I was a believer

Travellers
Their beautiful cars
Stopping by my flower shop
Gazing into my eyes for long
They say, I have the best in town
Flowers, and they come back again
They leave never to come back again

Junkies
High on something they stole
Talk to me about life and ghosts
They say, I listen the best as they talk
I am they best they can find
They lose, and they come back again
Never to find themselves again

Musicians
Playing longer than they should
Syncing with me as I sing in the dark
They say, I smile the best, as they play
I am a fuel to their rustic strings
Potential, and they break again
Lost tunes that never played again


That alley of love or not so much love
Designed to lose sight of what flees
Why did I set up my flower shop
On that paradoxical, one way street?


-Al