graveyard

the story was meant to be light

she was cycling late night

past the graveyard

& her chain fell

not knowing this she felt

she was being dragged back to hell

& all this had happened

way before I was born

some time long gone

& I was listening to her talk

feeling out of depth & lost

having no understanding of graves

bicycles heaven or hell chains

I was just a kid y’know

only recently learned to walk

but I knew she was trying

in her own way to be nice

so I smiled hugged her close

wondering why she couldn’t stay

make this happy feeling last

more than minutes into days

Fail & sometimes

we are set up to fail

we’d been out a few times

spent more time in

getting to know each other

letting the guard down

see who we really were

one night late as we prepared for bed

she began talking of her car accident

reconstructive surgery

& mute I said i had not seen a thing

the repairs were all to her head

skull fractures lines of surgery

where hair was now missing

as she lifted up her locks

to show the bald patches

where hair could no longer grow

I sat still saying nothing

as she let her hair down again

& nothing now looked amiss

I kissed her held her a while

& we slept together

got up late went about our days

she never invited me back again

would not answer my calls

this was over

whatever trap had been set

I took the fall

fell into fail

she must have seen something

there in my face

maybe I hadn’t…

said kissed cuddled held enough

whatever

I had been set up to fail

no conversation no nothing

can bring that moment back again