that our hearts fell from their cage
or that something like god
pulled broken the strings.
Now it's tar and tears, a new pavement
over the old road we drove:
intersections, car crashes;
dead love merging with the moonlight.
Those memories we made
now a bitter lick of blood,
falling from the edge of yesterday...
into a widening pool.
I hope it will end soon—
I prefer silence when thinking of you.