Silver Faucet
Pink tile
Silver faucet
On 25th Street,
where she lost it
Blue skies
Bitter tasting
Nothing free
or overrated
Tempted fate
swallowed haste
filled the buzzing part
with interface
One one knee
A second pulse
The very least
make you pay the most
Taken back,
or given back?
Fallen asleep
not keeping track
Breathless and broke
caved in
like embattled
Did she unravel?
Questions thrown
memories levied
The basement flooded
sand was heavy
Sing goodnight
a big goodbye
catch the glance
and miss your flight
Gone is gone
and good is good
when good is gone
what good is good?