Meet Me Back In Brooklyn

To: Steve
From: Bucky

Losing you didn’t ache–

losing you was 1,000 foot
well penny drop against still
water, rippling out in all directions
muted bomb blast echoing
in my bones

losing you was chilled
mist drip dripping down
my spine, silence booming
train derailment, quiet
flames snatching at
old memories

losing you was frozen
in time, clock tick ticking
eyes following the second
hand, hand in mine in dream
hand in mine

slipping

losing you is what I have
become, shudder shiver crack
corroding the space you carved
out, half of a whole of a part
gossamer heart strings eaten
away

I am Losing You, empty
well pin drop echoing in hollow
cavity, shudder shiver cracking open
wide, gone.