Caught.
Trapped again in the
Rotten, ******
Hellfire
Of those hard gazes
& subtle longing
"When did you stop burning
Bridges?"
But she knew it wasn't
A "when"
as much as
A "why"
& they can't remember
How they had never
Lived like this
Before
With such coexisting
Qualities
While the wine always
Tastes
Just as sad and wanting
As ever before.