The Thames bows my back
with echoes breeding from mist.
Forlorn and love sick do their
dance of bones among the silt
stretched across the river’s belly.
I strain between tear and smile
wishing no offense, but the pungent
smell of despair offends my nostrils.
Why did joy bring me to the river’s edge
to dip my toes in death?
I hear night wrapped wheels whir above my head.
Life presses a gas pedal to reach the speed of escape.
I am alone, an empath shredded by all they left behind.
©Susie Clevenger 2015