You took me down a boulevard of broken dreams
but not before I trusted you.
We strolled in misty fogs with dim headlights
while you smiled, and schemed to lose my heart.
I thought the road was sound, your feet my gilded lead;
I saw you as my true believer
one who understood that haze would lift and filter sun,
days would brighten with the turn of shifting clouds
and we would share the same desires.
My dreams rested on your muscled shoulders, safe I thought
yet little did I know that tepid winds once thought alluring,
were simply chipping at those tender hopes
and stealing all my expectations.
The boulevard has become a dusty path
where you no longer hold my hand
but stand instead a foot behind, waving solemnly,
waving with the hand that should have steadied me.
Dusk has come to claim the day
and shadows creep towards me, searching.

I imagine you melting into yesterday, a puddle at your feet.
Now I will walk until tomorrow meets me, greets me
and takes me home.