Sailor I

The room had four walls and two doors,
He faced the streets only at the midnight
The clothes were long and dark, walking around the avenue below the stars
Like a blur.
The pavement was wet, puddles everywhere
Between the silence and the whispered conversations, he made his way down.
He would return before daylight, avoiding and forgetting the faces he met on the way.
They never meant a thing, this place never meant a thing.
Soon he was to be gone again, fading away with the night breeze.