COBBLED

I spend a day on the street

Taking in the buildings 

Feeling my legs carry me through and through 

Feeling surreal 

Because you were the only thing I knew 

Now I feel the wind on my face—

—And I feel the ghost of your hand on my cheek 

I think about you 

I think about you

I lost you 

Somewhere in these streets 

The cobblestone is uneven and the sky is always gray 

I lost you 

Somewhere along the way 

Somewhere in the gaps between these stones 

In the igneous and the sedimentary 

The rusted red that washes out into the street when it rains 

It always rains

I lost a friend 

I lost a love 

Like a rug pulled out from underneath me

So I spend 

A day on the cobbled streets 

Taking in the lights 

Feeling my legs begin to buckle 

I’ve been walking for so long

I can feel each square indented into my soles 

They replace 

  — or maybe they mirror — 

The piece of me you took from my soul 

The piece of you 

I’ll always carry with me 

Through and through 

I am cobbled.