A tree that declares its thirst

Strangers
And silence between them is a chair.
The cafe is noisy in every way.
Except for them...

Strangers
The chair is the lap of a prostitute
She gives everything
Except that it gives nothing

Strangers
And yesterday's screams
In their ears, he relives his childhood to scream even louder

Strangers
And the yellowing of the pavement
He steals from their stature a pause

Strangers
However, their shadows
Under the lamppost
They are embracing.