Masonry

Don’t get it mixed up
with some half-ass quote.
Some rambling suicide note.
“I loved you in these times,
in these times.”

Chorus
In the dark bars and parked cars,
pixilated hands around your throat.
Spinning wheels make us feel
we’re going nowhere,
maybe there is nowhere to go.

A subtle symphony of sympathy.
A low-grade infection.
Don’t let it chop you into labeled parts,
your own vivisection.

Chorus

The masonry between us
runs in patterns,
stones are driven into place.
Cracks along the structure
show themselves as water
leaking from your face.

Chorus

No where to go
I wish your love was enough.