A drowsy mind
furthers a crack in the pavement.
The hope of a static day
is suffocated by his breath.
He then carries
the torpid body,
across the bridge.
When you fall in love,
they never tell you how it's going to end
they tell you about the endlessness
of the possibility living with azaleas.
I only find clamor in a sea of open water.
"We can be friends when you get over me"
— The End —