Boulevard Lane

You return flaunting everything.
Everything that is yours
And not mine.

You paid a few cents today
To get your face on the front page.
Just so you could stare at me
Just to torture me from the front of every house.

And when people ask you about me,
You turn away
You pretend again, nothing happened
I am nothing
Too little to let go with words.

Without mention, you dispersed
Burned the bridge to my house that you and I,
so cleverly,
so thoughtfully built together.
And here I stand watching the flames dance

All while you parade yourself,
Mindless and heartless,
You won't even utter my name.

But you'll claim me as the arson
You the victim, the hero that tried to put out the flame.
Indeed love, it was you
Without words you blew us into darkness.

And all that's left are the tongues of evil men
To eat at us til there is truly nothing left.

-Noemi Garcia Rigsby