Empty is the only word,
the streets and everything
they hold together.
Rainy weather like a silver
breath that freezes in the air.
I see her standing there
in her red skirt camera
in hand taking pictures
of the puddles in the grass.
No umbrella and without
the fear of being caught
in any downpour.
I should want more for
myself than where I’m going.
There’s no way of knowing
how any of this will come
together but still I’m tethered
to the people that I used to be.
I cannot see the lines outside
of her and I don’t want the cure.
Let me breath in all the fogging
flooded atmosphere and disappear
tonight just for forever. Even if
I somehow stood the slightest chance.

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