14 July 2012

No closer to any kind of truth, as I must assume is the case with you.

I descended a dusty gravel ridge 
Beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge  
Until I eventually arrived  
At the place where your soul had died

And barefoot in the shallow creek 
I grabbed some stones from underneath 
And waited for you to speak to me

And the silence, it became so very clear 
That you had long ago disappeared 
I cursed myself for being surprised  
That this didn't play like it did in my mind
And then it started getting dark  

And I trudged back to where the car was parked  
No closer to any kind of truth 
As I must assume was the case with you

Been reciting Death Cab for Cutie's Bixby Canyon Bridge as if it were a poem. Lovely, lovely, words.

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