I cried for you this morning,
sobbing on cobblestone & concrete—
a sad song of ephemeral memories &
tidings of departures:
it was bitter on my tongue,
as pernicious rivulets ran down my cheeks.

-
I stopped at the corner of
Anticipation & Daydreams;
[I stopped,
but I did not cross that threshold.]
& the light turned red,
so I crossed to Unrequited instead.

-
at the fork in the road,
a beggar pleaded with me to,
please,
spare some change.
& I told her,
yes,
I finally carry some Change in my palms
with which to do good
& not destruction.

clink  
clink      
clink.  

-
a purple haze of lust & pretense
wafted by me suddenly.
& inhaling it,
I became weightless & weary,
but my wounds awoke me,
reminding me of the weight I must carry.

-
I cried for myself this evening:
a morose requiem for my formal self.
one that is rooted in scars
& cacoethes,
redemption
& grace.