I Burned Bridges and Lit Cigarettes with the Same Match

© Barik5ive

She believed in the bright lights as we walk streets paved with lost souls

I hear the sidewalk scream

The lanterns dance when stars are shy

Or our eyes too entangled with the tenfold twinkle of the city to notice them

When blinded by the brightness the truth is found in the dark

A truth that found us whether she was ready for it or not

Streetlights and neon signs mêlée across her face leaving shadows of her sadness that betray her silence

The lights leave when we enter the front door of her home that feels emptier when my entry fills it

For if these walls could talk they would pray for us

The last impasse, the last last chance leaves me in need of nicotine as I turn my back to her words and face the open door to where the screaming souls beneath my soles were sure to console

I heard her clearly

If you leave don’t come back

I burned bridges and lit cigarettes with the same match