fringe warren
why must we be paper lanterns
forgotten fantasies for which i yearn
now deflated, a bundle of sticks
there's no way we can ever be fixed
nothing but decomposing parchment
scattered dreams of a shared apartment
can't we be fairy lights?
intertwining fingers in the dark,
setting each other alight?
feel the electric hum spark
as it courses from your fingertips to mine.
is that not real?
did we not align?
i don't know what to feel
other than resigned.
hazy wharf