Amy Rose Wagenheim-Meet me on the sidewalk?

Meet me on the sidewalk?

I wish a word existed That could explain this feeling Where happiness feels so sad Smooth stone with sharp edges Sunbathing in a rainstorm   Laying in a sidewalk together The warmth of the pavement Staring into the blinding sky The song that is thoughts Irrelevant pain in my head Lost in the grand universe   The world looks different here A new perspective enveloping me Everything is so much brighter Bittersweet doesn’t cover this sensation Washed away to this place   Here, a sort of home Solitude in your company Here I will lie forever Scavenged by beasts of thoughts No words cover this sensation