DRUNK

I SAW YOUR FRIEND ON THE SIDEWALK
AND MY STOMACH DROPPED
BECAUSE I SAW YOU THERE
UNDER THE DRIZZLE AND THE LIGHT
AND I REMEMBERED YOUR TOUCH
WHEN WE USED TO WALK DOWN THE STREET
WITH THE REST OF THEM.

YOU DRESSED YOURSELF AS AN ANGEL
AND LONGED FOR A BACK LITE HALO.
COUNTING THE CRACKS IN THE SIDEWALK
MOVING WITHOUT INTERRUPTING ANYTHING
EVER SO CAREFUL TO LEAVE EVERYTHING
LIKE IT WAS FOUND IN THE FIRST PLACE.
MAYBE YOU HAD THE UNDERSTOOD KNOWLEDGE
THAT NOTHING COULD BE CHANGED ANYWAYS.
THAT EVERYONE ONLY SAW THEMSELVES
IN THE THINGS THEY TOUCHED
AND THE NARCISSISM HAD GROWN
OUT OF CONTROL.

I KNEW THE SAME I SUPPOSE.
PEOPLE LONGED FOR PERFECTION.
IN THEIR ACTIONS, THOUGHTS, RELATIONSHIPS
WITH OTHERS.
WITHIN THE SUFFERING OF THE NARCISSISTS
BUBBLE THERE IS A SHARED EMOTION
WHICH CAN THEN BE FELT OR THROWN TO THE SIDE.

"THAT BUBBLE IS THE MOST TORTUROUS PLACE YOU CAN DWELL", I SAID.
YOU SAID NOTHING AND WONDERED
WHAT WAS WRONG.
AND WHEN I BROKE DOWN YOU DIDN'T KNOW
WHAT TO DO.
WE WERE ON THE STREET, TEARS IN MY EYES,
ANGUISH AND APATHY ON MY TONGUE.

I COULDN'T SEE YOU.
THE CLOUD WAS TOO THICK.
I TOOK IT ALL IN, ALL THE TIME.
EVERYTHING
I TRIED TO UNDERSTAND WHAT I FELT
AND IT WAS NO GOOD.
THER WAS AN ANSWER, ALWAYS, ALWAYS THE SAME.
IT'S NOT WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR
I WAS MAD YOU SEE
CRAZED, MISUNDERSTOOD.
THE ANGELS AND THE DEVILS FOUGHT
ABOVE ME, AND THE SOUND WAS OVERWHELMING.
THERE WAS NO WAY TO CALM THEM.

YOU LEFT A NOTE,
PAGES OF WHY YOU LOVED ME
AND AS I STOOD ON THE STREET
AT YOUR FRIENDS FACE, THER WAS NOTHING TO DO
AGAIN, BUT
PUT MY EYES DOWN TO THE GUTTER
AND WATCH OTHER PEOPLES WORDS
GO DOWN THE DRAIN.