Suburban Decay

Do you remember that night?

Smoke hung in the air, exalted from our lungs.

Intoxicated and blind, my soul wept.

You knew.

You took my hand.

Your kiss a light warm breeze.

Sweet nothings, soft stares.

I was lost.

Adrift in the winds of life,

I found myself stranded.

Coerced into your comfort.

You imposed.

Your soft violence.

Subtlety subdued me in silence.

I faded before I could exist.

Here, you stole something you could never give back.

-Rob Padfield