Your arms are too tight
To loop my own through
Your eyes no longer hold the light
Which, like a beacon, my soul was called to.
Your lips splatter words across the concrete
And mine stumble for just the right, "Forgive
me."
We are both of us lost to our own forms of defeat,
You which are now but my memory,
and I to the darkness I see.
But we still stand side by side,
And press in for the photograph
And we make our smiles big and wide,
And I pretend to know your laugh.
- yours
11.1.15
