Jonesing

Jonesing
in a mist like incense going up.
City blues
Rain drops
Tears
longing, staring up that block
hoping you'll come back.
Yesterday and Yesterdays
Jonesing
If I only knew then
what I've learn now
perhaps
we'd be together.
It wouldn't matter
if we lived in a shelter,
or if we lived
hand to mouth
paycheck to paycheck
because, I could look into your eyes
and see me
and you could look into my eyes
and see you.
We'd be Jonesing
in the mist together.
I'm writing you this letter
hoping you'll see it
and know that I still think about you.
Hoping you'll forgive me
with all my imperfections, shortcomings,
and mistakes-errors.
I know you would
or at least I hope you would.
But now I'm thousands of miles away
from our Hood, our Block, the streets we walked on,
the places we once knew together.
Yeah, I'm thinking about you,
wishing we could've met at this time, now that my heart is more human.
But God is strange like that- how He do man.
I don't blame Him though, because He tempts no man.
If you're out there,
know that I think you're human
and I wish I could mend your broken heart.

Peace,
David Zarach