Sun streaked wet hair lay flat wandering in river air.
Asking myself why people come here and stare into green waters.




…Only then I’d have to ask myself.





Run my fingers along the rails before settling down on the pier to wonder.
Wonder what’s below the murky water of an empty coca cola cup.




My hands fumble for something to do as I mend broken sunrays that faltered through wooden cracks.




You were all I ever hoped for as you gleamed with no integrity.
As you fumbled at your lies.




I wish your fragments mended easily. I wish you’d finish your sentence.
But you broke off that day. Leaving me with a bitter taste and an empty hand.




The air cool as it breathed its words through the emptiness.
Silencing the echoes of any other sentences that may interrupt.









Slamming me against air and grabbing my feeble fingers you held me close.
Eyes narrowing at the sun, breath faltering at my cries.









Youdidn’tmeantohurtme.










I wished many things that day.












The calls stopped. But your voice through the phone never did, after the click everything went silent, and it was so hard to hang up on a voice I’d never forget.




On a distant silence of fumbling static of remembrance.




I’d wish you’d leave, so I could forget this ever happened.
So the river might be still again. And my hands wouldn’t fumble between the needle and thread.





Corruption as my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth looking for a way out.
Cross the train tracks this time as I leave the river pier, never to look back on a memory.




The words linger in the tree leaves a long time before whispering…










Goodbye.

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