Cuts to the Bone

Traces linger all around

In cold deserted streets andbyways.

Dark back alleys hide thetears

Which, wept in acid, burn theflesh

And blur the vision,

Making life just slightly lessintolerable

Until a calm can settle in

Encircling fears with an ironmesh.

 

Memories are like theswallows

Flying back to Capistrano.

Even if we tried we couldn't

Fight the fate of theirreturn.

Finger poised on trigger,

Ready to explode whenbeckoned.

Secrets known to one alone;

A private lesson to belearned.

 

Who can say which loveendures?

Who can guess what fatesallow?

The starting and the endingfind

Us standing naked and alone.

The memory of how it was,

Of how it cannot be again,

Becomes a slashing saber'sedge

That cuts you to the bone.