“It Isn’t Her Fault…” by Jason Sturner

It isn't her fault
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.