Staring out at the bridge
Lit like the city it connects.
Patches of snow scattered,
The city is frozen in time-
Still and silent.
It's hard to medicate a broken heart
When the medicine is gone.
The spot where we stood,
Your eyes bright like city lights,
Empty now-
The magic followed you everywhere.
Holding a picture frame
Containing smiling faces and empty spaces
Winter's claws gripping at my cheeks,
I stare and amaze
At how the moon, the stars
Persist.
I've lost sober sanity,
I'm craving drunken clarity.
I wrote a story-
The Bird With A Broken Wing-
And his youth transformed
A raven into
A hummingbird.
Liquid comfort holds me
To solid ground.
Trapped in a monument
Dedicated to what was not
Insured.
Motivated by haunted illusions,
I stand and stumble as
The bridge glistens off in the distance.
I return home,
Greeted by the sound
Of ghosts I used to know,
I used to love.
Standing on the bridge
Where we departed.
Crunching metal piercing
my memory,
Two lifeless bodies
have consumed me.
Staring out at city lights-
Pretending they're her eyes-
I fall, I sink
And watch as dark waters
Turn off the lights.
(work in progress)
