Safety Poem by Chris Bradshaw

I'll apologize first
Because love doesn't know
A goddamn thing
About timing

And these words
Can't really explain
The urgency
Of another night alone

Without your smile
This city is just walls
More a prison
Than a place to live

And living's what counts
Not this blood on a page
So I'll salt the wound
And end with this:

Forget about Summer
Winter, Autumn and Spring
Without a good chorus
No season can sing