this poem has no name 14.03.25

láska, I miss U

comes across me phone

I waved goodbye

Through smoke

As you lit

The bridge

ablaze

I  cut the thread Sykes Fairbairn boot dagger

You dangled my heart

Watched as it fell

Shattered little black pieces  scattering and dissolving

couldn’t/wouldn’t

be

who you needed us  to 

be

those paintings

us

 engaged in a tryst 

he burned

not looking back 

angry

your passion 

was ecstasy

until it wasn’t

but you belong to 

a cold distant god

the status and security

you need so desperately

I am

what you see 

loved you then

love you now 

blood moon appears

I am but 

a shadow in the night