Every thought dripping out of my bleeding head falls onto the pavement.
It keeps getting lost in translation,
Keeps getting intertwined in noisy brawls for cheap entertainment.
Maybe it is my imagination telling you to listen up,
Even though I know you will ignore it.
So, I will drain your memory in long ruptured cups.
But I will not pass your house without swiping away an inky regret –
There is something about us I still hold dear…
Do not wait me to spill it, do not hold your breath.
You know we made bridges crumble with the acid rivers we cried.
Remember when they used to call us inconvenient?
Even though I could swear to the heavens we tried.
And now I am smearing my thoughts on the sidewalk where we said our farewells.
I know you come here too when they are not looking.
(Do you also daydream you could go back and choose hell?)
Give me a sign and I will make the booking.
As usual, I will never tell.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 