Relations End

The sky is shrouded
My brain is clouded
The crowd stands in the rain.
Though every soul must bridge this chasm,
Each knows separate pain.

The sunlight heaves a dying blow
Against the lake wind’s overthrow
As I sit prostrate on this bench;
A flask my only sacrament.

Two lovers spied
Clutch side by side
With rapture in their gaze.
But those who’ve been there know as I
‘Tis only fleeting days.

Don’t kiss her, boy.  Don’t fall in love.
For love is just a ploy.
And much too soon
‘Neath a lover’s moon
You’ll reap the pangs of joy.

My mind is seeing Charleston.
My eyes assure Green Bay.
I’m so alone.