memory 2
the haze breaks through itself,
filling my chest,
weighing my shoulders.
the fog wants to roll in
to tuck in the bay.
but my bridge lays naked,
steel and concrete weeping;
the clarity unwelcome
the haze breaks through itself,
filling my chest,
weighing my shoulders.
the fog wants to roll in
to tuck in the bay.
but my bridge lays naked,
steel and concrete weeping;
the clarity unwelcome