The Worst Must Be Assumed

Remember when they killed us?

From 100 stories up in arms, and with exaggerated tears?

The noon day showdown televised minds that scattered along the boardwalk, and sink.

My heart exploded in to a million watt candles that burst from my chest.

The laughter that circled overhead as I gasped your name in truth, and loving pursuit.

Cackled like vultures as you held my face with pride.

They took away, and buried me on a Tuesday.

They made you give away my name.

They held you in the highest honor, and they erased the lines they blurred.

The very one over written the progress we had saved, and the prayers for rain.

Chirping sounds now circle where I was once buried.

The name, date, and a phrase.

Where wisdom once flirted in the dance of morning curtains.

Singing out our names.

Your love now foreign, as my face warmed by summer rain.

The ship I sail now flowing to oceans without shame.

The daily letters litter the tides, and the waves.

No bottles to carry them in safety fashion as you will read them sinking nightly.

Plain songs that breathe in the deep.

Carrying the chorus.

Two dates, a phrase, and your name.