Concerts.

A Poem by dukovan

The wife n' I went to see a concert...well many actually, thats where the feeling is coming from. However the bridge and the lake are landmarks of the show we saw on Lake Michigan.

We came to an understanding
underneath the bridge.
I saw proof in your withdrawals
when they surfaced from my skin.

An ashy taste and an avid smoker
stressing over what we'll do later.
The after taste makes me feel so much older
than I ever have.

Its minutes until we break the chain.

The shows about the start and the lights are turning on.
A pseudo-indication is proving me wrong.
Ghosts are rising to my skin.
Now I can see yours
for the first time.

If the lake decides
to make death the present life
then my eyes can break away
and my anchor will set me free.

In a way its all the same to me.
There was never an enemy.
I'm sure I be kicking myself when I finally see.
I'm sure there will be no need.