Bangkok is a lousy place to be alone

Bangkok is a lousy place to be alone…
I guess I told you that already.

The noise of traffic,
The rich colors of fabrics and people,
The fragrance of pad thai, pineapple, fried grasshoppers, and incense,
Engulfing me,
Like a shroud around my being.

The lighted signs of cafes and restaurants,
The shoulders rubbing my shoulders,
The glances cast at my direction,
The thoughts swirling in my head,
The voice inside my heart calling out your name.

In the midst of the humdrum of Khao San road,
I have never felt so alone.

Bangkok is a lousy place to be alone,
And though you’re with me,
I am missing you already.

Summer 2009