tide swiper

passion through the cracks
a broken bottle and a few scars
my only souvenirs
a shot glass, stolen

too good to be true, all too true
an ironic cliffhanging final breath
too late to be loved, all too late
extinguished for an old flame

how helplessly i follow !
chained i tread, inanimate
lit only in your presence
feeble, eyes upturned

as i watch your gaze turn, in turn
you follow the old flame
a domino effect ?
or am i just a pawn...

checkmate my heart
walk away
how helplessly
i follow