Maybe it was Always Going to Come to This

 
Sitting outside the city jail
my newly colored curls
purple and pink
blowing in the breeze
mocking my stylists attempts
to tame them
while the geese peck at the ground
with a view of the river
where the sun will sink
into the horizon

There's a long story
about how I arrived
at this unexpected vantage point
one you might enjoy
and somewhere in the back of my mind
I can always conjure the sound
of your laughter

As the evening chill
reminds that these warmer days
are just a tease of weeks
yet to come
I reflect on settings, settling
rising
all of our rides into the dawn
trying to make sense of the madness
by daybreak

How uncomplicated endings
seem to be
when they come with anger
instead of sadness and apologies
but I've never been drawn
to simple things
and you can't change the flutter
of butterfly wings