Flickering Soul

Just underneath the burning neon signs,

Between coffee shops and under power lines,

I saw your soul flickering in the distance,

I saw it bleeding without resistance,

As it died.

So I crossed that river of gas guzzlers,

And sauntered around the preachers,

To hover over you in the final fall,

The bow before the closing call,

I didn't cry.

Instead, an ungodly sense of dread,

A profound sense of urgency,

And a lingering feeling of peace,

Clenched my throat and bit my tongue,

So all I could do was watch.

And that fire slowly burned your soal to smooth obsidian,

And I could almost see my reflection in your eyes,

Those black pools that were left behind.

You were a rascal and a leech,

Who used up my time and burned everything around you.

You were also a lover and a friend,

Who used up my time and burned everything around you.

But most of all you were a person, so I can't help but feel,

It was unfair for someone so human and so bound to me,

To die, cold and alone on a sidewalk, with the world passing by.

And I didn't cry. But I should have.