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?