understanding you on a spiritual level
I was there for years
starstruck on a muggy august evening
we both made a promise that would surely be broken
I watched you drift slowly away
like an old wooden boat bobbing across a long abandoned harbor
I bargained my soul with the Devil just to save yours
I tried to salvage all the pieces of you
all of the fragments scattered across the cold pavement
reminding me of a glass bottle thrown in anger
she put you back together but it was all wrong
lazily glued back into place
gaping holes with jagged edges protruding out
you aren’t the same as I knew you once
I yearn for a version lost to time
my memory is the only place you exist now
but it will soon fade just as you had
many months ago