The Break Up

I was in a bar dragging the bottom of the sea for lost objects No words he gave me to hold onto words left unsaid splintered and worn unseaworthy A choice of flight a wing spanning time and space a raven or a dove Something was gripping his mind The sweat of struggle which shows no sign... I was in a bar with him Sitting in shadows Listening to disjointed conversations clamoring like ravenous birds dense discord... He had blue eyes watercolor blue We left He was blue darkness standing in an alley The wind was blowing and I imagined it had not the strength to touch him to finger the strand of hair on his forehead to ruffle his shirtsleeve The wind in my soul had not the strength to move him Like a beggar, I searched his eyes. I walked away He stood there, still... with darkness behind the blue.