Madness or the surreal grandeur of love

I finally made it out the madness outside; 
with a hot cup of tea in my hand,
I take a seat, I get comfortable.
I look away from my book,
what do I see?
A man and woman in love.
He contemplates, then says to her: 
when you think of me,
I wish that
you shall see me
for all I tried and failed to be.
She says to him:
on these streets cemented
with memories of us
shall I walk with you day by day.
I take a sip and say to myself:
I finally made it to the madness inside.

By Emmanuel Johnson
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