The Bridge by the Overpass, Pt. 1

Here we are at what feels like the end of our last night
The cold was in full swing
A Greek restaurant because I've never been

February is emotionally a vacant place throughout
all my life
and historically my stories get woven
but I remember that
cold night
and how in love
I pretended
and squirmed
to be

I'd worm through time-wreaths
But really, I just slink in my seat
every other time
I've ever been
down that particular
part of Main Street

A memory that no longer serves me