Burning the Box of Beautiful Things

your water is running over my life
in a dream
to live with courage
may only bring us silence
in a bar
in time a deeper truth
may fall out of our kiss
and strike mus down
tall bridges
are waiting for a man to disappear
young girls are walking
by the water in despair
between them
snow is fading in the river grey
black hawthorn
catches me and rips my life away
and I feel
the sadness in your body
when you sleep
I feel the solid grief
of knowing what you had
but couldn’t keep
god bless the woman who survived the broken child
she walks beside me
through the ashes down the aisle