Eric Vance Walton has the uncanny ability to excel in almost every writing genre imaginable and optimizes what it is to be a poet.
these eyes appear to be lying
because after all this time,
we seem to be the ones they're watching
dressed to the "t", they think we have it nice and easy
but the strongest might get queasy
At the struggles we've seen
Jilly's was soaked in Sinatra,
contentment seemed a lonely dancer
I, an easy fool....because for a second it felt like
we had made it to the other side
here we are on Rush Street
amongst all the beautiful people
and city lights, much too tall to be blue
awash in merlot and a King Cole tune
there's not a problem in this world
that could've eclipsed my perma-grin
not even another one on the chin
from reality, I've become immune
the future left me longing
how I wish I could remember her name
instead I sit wondering what it all means
and file it all away under, "one day".
Because, there we were on Rush Street
amongst all the beautiful people,
what memories, now to make them true.
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