Back to the quiet tide of yesterdays ago,
That ******* in you I swore that I forgot
Comes to plant a kiss on my cheek;
There I go, sinking back into you

You were more than a set of songs
Or poems I wrote when I was drunk
Caught up in those quiet moments
Remembering how it was all taken away

I still live in that coy, sensitive side of you
That seemed eat away at young souls
Lost to the gleam of your simple words
Which attract and make me a part of you

stop here—meet the snow
and the premonition of the old
the young the beautiful and the
secret desires that shape us

be it the people the means
the drugs the drinks the leaves
that blow past your favourite
pair of shoes worn like old souls

through the irony that built
the strange sunday we made
yesterday out of the empty
glasses and bad receipts
that tell the rest of the story
that we confined to the inner
depths of our intertwining

We found the back entrance
To the elusive known-by-all discothèque
Its entrance swarmed by the two bodies
Driving for the ******* who didn’t believe

“Welcome back,” said the hardened voice
His breath drawn beyond tobacco
The rain of bullets, metal and lifeless
We have never been here before

Hell is still just 14 miles away—

you live amongst the shadows downtown
where we met and hopelessly belong
where out youthful spirits still run free
with reckless abandon—where the
memory of years past seem to merge
with the way we see each other
less and less—forever

I hear your calls underground
The sounds blur the background
No Dante, No Virgil
Just you and the rest of your entourage
And you talk about how quiet it is
(“You’d love it here”)
But you won’t give the intimate details
Of how you’re spending eternity

No more will the sounds of gambling
Ravage your tormented soul
It’s less than the felt and dice
And the corner cages and sick drinks
That you spit right out

You haven’t responded to my letters
You wouldn’t dare touch them
So where exactly are you?

I recounted my steps to Hell and back
And swore I saw your shadow sway—
Just like it did when it caught my eye at the steps
Against the flame of some broken fire
Where its glow hid your darkness
Expertly drawing you to me
Against my belief, against my will
Our souls met amongst great surprise
Transcending worlds, fire, space—

And most important of all—
The best years of our lives

I’m tired of writing about you—
And it said in the candle’s dim glow
That unearthed those revealing cards

That you’re somewhere out there
On your way back to me.

glimmering and fading
those lights we rever
walking down the familiar
concrete path with
the mad smells and the
mad tourists and the mad
everything

homebound with every step
i take in them and there
i abolish my fading memory
that lay distant, longing for
the moment where the
world gets it right and
understands for once

so we don’t have to
be angry anymore

you’re still not entirely gone
from those chambers of hearts
whose walls you tore down
(at least not yet.)