This is your inflicted wound
Dripping out of my skin
&into a styrofoam cup
Where we used to drink coffee
& scribble words onto stained napkins

Said that there was a place
Somewhere between the gray clouds
Where you can find the answers
& where you can take a piece of mist
To sweep away broken glass & lies

I miss that little secret
So well decoded & hidden
As my hand slipped underneath
& glided along the smooth of your spine
As you injected hope into my eyes

I wish I could have helped
When you tried to defy gravity
But ended up floating into a white bed
With the medicinal smell of eternity
Streaming from across the hall

And on the final napkin
Sealed with a final injection of hope
You wrote, "There was never enough oxygen here
No heaven or hell; but I'm finally headed home
My wings will live with you from now on."

Now there are young hearts
Who hold close but still feel empty & disputed
So I won't let them kill me
As I drink from this styrofoam cup
Because tonight the sunset is lovely

Leave me dizzy spinning around
As the beautiful immortal presses against me
& takes me flying when buildings are bombed
& cities fall under corruption & plasticity
I am now guarded with hidden hope & silent dances
Under a parallel zenith that no one knows exists