Without Mythologies

A soft breeze
 With the slippery concrete black and full of muddy slush
 Contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and hung
 On a tunnel of silent shivering trees
 The ones you said you'd like to be
 And the birds that screamed at the sun
 Now buried deep below the ground,
 Beneath the snow, I press my shoulder to this wall between us
 I know you are behind me and I press my shoulder to this wall
 Determined not to turn around
 I didn't see you standing
 Still that statue that I molded in my mind to kiss
 So beautiful you'll never move again
 Someplace far away
 At some sad table littered with chipped plates
 With bad light in 48 frames from a movie on the cutting room floor
 You said "True meaning would be dying with you"
 And though I wanted to, I did not smile
 But now I will give up on this wall that I have fought with
 Never uncover meaning behind our rich words
 If I could I would make you a raging river
 With angry rapids, supplied with rain
 So you could always meander
 And forever be able to run away
 Without contending
 With myths wrongly interpreted
 With pain
 A harsh wind