Crossing Guard

From the bluffs

Above the city lights
away from the noise
is your voice which is all I hear
embers
bright orange
sodium infused embers of tungsten
orange and yellow street lamps
like the fire that you once were
refusing to die
and though the heat is there
I cannot begin to feel it
I've gone too far away you see
pushed by the voices that tell me
you're not worth my time
half a bottle of chardonnay
is all that keeps me company
tonight
the rest of it meant for you
who, I have decided,
should never grace my presence
ever
again
and the voices behind me beckon,
Come inside,
we'd like you to meet
someone
(else) .

Par CdG @ 5.2.05