I stood at the edge of San Francisco
a wind blowing and people gone dark
and I remember.The shower’s I took
with cigarettes ashes flooding the drains
in fatality to a less statued
version of Me.
I could move
we moved together
you left college to live with your lover
I lost you to Las Vegas
with lights and false promises.
and waited for word.
I mourned for the loss
the loss of the people
I burned cigarettes
in the bathtub floor to get my own solace
to see reflected the ability to fade.
I stand at the edge of San Francisco
the people walk past.
And I start over.