Concrete

Would it be weak
Were I to cry for the collective
The selves I’ve been
The chance, gone, to them each?

These wheels face West
The light-lit way, daily apparent
Yet my feet are only able to stay
Stumbling in concrete

Abstraction

I could’ve died, the graffiti from your mouth

Concrete memorials given under cover of night

The kind devoid of color

Sharp, dark, angry, and angular

Where, the morning after, the smart people come in, clean up, and move on as though it never happened

It should’ve never happened

Concrete 

We can’t call them untrue

The shadows forever forced against concrete 

Are forever a part of you

But so too, was that moment before the bleaching

When you believed in the good air against your skin

Go back again, despite that it seems you can’t 

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