My clean sun in mid-air, suspended,
With the devastating imminence of farewell
The lonely hustle of the train station - between
Three eyes cramped for tears.
They vanished to the sullen childish air
And to the drowsy world of half-lit
Apartments where music tumbled down
Through the open windows.
I am ostracized, strung up on a mountain,
Every breath yet another heartbreak,
Easy prey, easy lust, an ankle-twister,
Pulled headfirst to the inviting abyss.