at the crossroads of mourning

do you grieve here often?

at the place where the river connected our sins

close my eyes to hear it better

i see ticking clocks with medic bags

aching gasps and breathless lungs

try to heal but my heart is too bruised

it’s so strange to see you here

wearing my albatross of shame

chain smoking yesterday’s regrets

as if that will take them away

how often do i hope you’ll linger

how many times have i wished you pain

as your city slowly suffocates me

this time i cannot run away