Twice stolen
bones sink
beneath open
water, wash up
in the shallows
beneath the trestle
bridge on the way
out of town
Just finding them
makes my heart
ache with the sharp
pain of losing you
The way the mess
of nerves stay raw,
open and throbbing,
calling to a phantom limb
I stand on the bridge
sway with the wind,
rock on my heels as a
train whistles by
so close, I feel
its heat, see the
engineer's wide eyes.
I turn away
and watch
the black river
serpentine
below me...
