Pitter Splatter

There goes

my heart again

rolling down

the steps

and into the street

Another bloody tragedy

littering the city

I wander 

the boulevard

of lost souls

beneath the

broken street lamps

Plunge into the excess

of useless regret

Anything to forget

her existence

Damage control

always requires time

These wounds will heal

the blood will congeal 

Only then

can I proceed

to my next demolition