rialto

more than friends
no longer lovers
whiskey nights
and secret others
vanquished again
to waking limbo

distance damming
the route repeating
past holy rialto
in green light neon
ironically poised
across from the guillotine
in ghost fog we walked
arm in arm
to the charm
of gas station coffee
a dream too early ended

traversing back
to the infinite hollow
obsidian eruptions
the screenplay breakdown
at last to pass
cemetery bend
homeward calling
to childhoods playground

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