beneath our feet

I remember standing at the window, looking at the city, wrapping my arms around you and breathing your skin into my chest. We stayed drunk and braced for a winter that never came, bleeding into a spring that tasted like whiskey and a summer that smelled like a burning bridge beneath our feet. I was only prepared for chaos, stepping outside of my skull in a blind attempt to drink myself to happiness with you by my side, sweet shots of love, staving off loneliness in a mad dash for sanity. I want to pull strands of your hair from my pillow and watch you from across the room, but your ghost casts its paralyzing shadow over every movement.