Authored: December 1, 2016

I remember the past and those time of touch
I stood and spoke to a stranger
Overlooking a deep drop
He told me "Love Isn't a Fairytale"
A stranger came into my life for a brief second
A chance meeting
Yet it was powerful and moving.

The stars burn and fall from the sky
Onto the buildings of a city
Embers process the past
Echoes reverberate.

God's die in the flames
Old friendships and relationships end
Memories are there
The cities of the interior
One by one fall as the wave of loneliness
Sweep forth.

All that is left in the sky.
Utter blackness
Memories of touch recede
Gods are a memory.

The embers flicker to a memory
Echoes descend
And they fall on the rooftops of the past.

That stranger he shook my hand and spoke
"Marriage and love aren't what it is painted out to be"
I feel it deeply......

The Cities of the Interior shake to their foundation....
I remember....