Lost under the bridge
of fatal conformity
my mind drifts
nakedly from one
wound to the next
cold, tired, worn and
exposed I reopen
pain that I thought
had eternally closed
You left me because a
fraction of you
wants to know
something selfish
in you lets it go
the honey of my
tears account for
badly painted
years and you are
not to blame
my past is here
and full of other names, full of faces
distortions
brutalities and
other shame
under the bridge
just I remain.