broken

it was as if knives rained down
upon our heads that day
and life had departed our limbs
as if in the foreplay of perdition
we tasted the sweet surrender
this moment offered
in an afterglow caught
between our memories and our regrets
suspended in the air
painted in wild roving strokes
dancing around our heads

our lives stood by with all its possessions
with clothes and tables and screens
giving witness, giving judgment
to this trial unfolding
and we stood there
knowing this was all we would have left
and in our bitterness, our desperation
we savored every moment
every drag of our cigarettes
every glance thrown away
from each other's face

and when we parted
we briefly forgot why
but simply followed our habits
to their undeserved conclusion

crying

crying like we had
nowhere left to go