downtown broken bough street
empty houses with sick lights surround you
left you two alone to
walk through Falls fallen colours
hypnotized by the steady failing eye
of the avatars gaze in the grey cobalt skies
living for that last scene
of all our wreckage and beautiful violence
framed in flames
you cry too much
should have left well enough alone
now measured steps march apart
in dark silhouette
with our broken black backs turned toward each other
forgive me
and our perfect days
