leningrad

In the shortened hours
when times slips through
(cold and unexpected)
we sat.
In the span,
of a broken heartbeat
or a tick or two
felt kinship to the words
that cut closest.

Mercy in tears
though the awful reign of helplessness
held us in uncertain arms
we broke ourselves like waves.
Salt and shaking sobs.

Sitting there
in the shattered semblence
of weakness.
We found ourselves
entwined in forgotten fears.

So it collapsed like sunset
beautiful
but
eternally uncertain.