Beyond the Rubber Crossing

Inspired by a story a friend of mine told me about one of his past relationships. How we often remember the relationship by the marks left from when love spun out of control.

Even if it only glitters in the sky approaching the city,

as your vision blurs and smog suffocates your lungs.

We all return to gaze into the faded stained crossing,

to remember when two fading breaths drifted apart,

eyes glistening in the hourglass of two twisted hearts.