Vacant Space

Some days I feel as empty

As this vacant space 

Torn linoleum

Dust

Debris

Exposed wires

Left for no one

Bare boned 

Frayed nerves

Skin inside out

Frightened to be touched

I want to fill this hollowness

To drown out the voices

Screaming of doubt

I want to be enough

For the blue and brown eyes

Staring back at me

But I feel

I am always 

Falling

Short

~Amber C. Smith (May 2014)

Longing for the City

New York I've become so lovesick

Missing everything about you

You took my breath away 

At Grand Central Station

Chelsea, Coney Island, and Brooklyn

Still have pieces of my heart

The random subway shows

The collective energy of people

That buzzes a swirls down

Each and every city block

The thought of the musicians

The amazing poets

The aspiring artists

Who once stood

Where I know stand

Make my knees weak 

And my heart flutter

I can see the history 

Hear the untold stories

Seeping out of every building

You have so much to say

I breathe electric 

With each and every step

Hungry to take you all in

Cathedrals, parks, rooftop sunsets

I could live here my whole life

And never know all of you

I long to return 

To soak you in

Once again.

~Amber C. Smith (May 2014)