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.