Dead End

If never I see you again -

an invisible fog leading to nothing,

I’d never breathe your words again.

We would never meet

because you weren’t free.

Our dusty path led us on

through wailing wind

entrapped by nightmares.

Your steady gaze was

a bullet in my swollen soul.

Sitting by my lonely stream,

I yearn for our yesterdays

hidden behind bent words,

leaving jagged scars and

haunted eyes as I yearn

to soak myself in darkness

where it all began.

Now shadows dance

in our dim alleys,

frozen within imprisoned

memories of moldy hopes.

My legs sob

because they can’t move on,

as I sit under corrupted

ink black sky

waiting for the moon

to vanish in your winter.

Our changing streets

have become dead end.