the blue blooded Germans turned pink
watching a foreign frau having an anxiety
attack on the train tracks over failed everything.
the tourists watched you lean away spying the
ocean, neglecting to tell a bus driver to wait for me.
imagine bricks that can be seen through,
like stained glass illusions covering up
reality.
its not about you going to see someone,
a woman duped into distrusting me,
or your cowardly moves to appear strong and free.
its about betrayal, neglect,
a friend leaving a friend, a dead dream.
it was a fall, fifteen feet down,
from an innocent tree.
