he stared at his face in the pool of water under the bridge
wondering where the young man that used to watch him back went to
the one with hopes and dreams
the one that searched tirelessly for his missing pieces
he had settled into the broken
found himself in the loss
but he didn’t understand why he had to
where was she
all those bullshit stories of true love
true love came in flashes
a momentary glimpse before it all fell into pieces to be swept away with the evening winds
he couldn’t remember the last time it happened
oh
the nights alone wishing for some sort of reciprocation were burned into his skull
but when was the last time he was more than a stiff dick on a saturday night
that reflected face wasn’t one that anyone would love again
a cool breeze blew and the water rippled as he stared
like everything
it was just an instance
nothing lasts forever
not love not youth not happiness
no
it all turned to dust eventually
