Broadway Good-byes
by D. K. Sterling

My fingers on your neck,
your sad mouth
spewing hushed apologies
drowning us both
on an ice bath Sunday
afternoon.

The taxi driver
sat complaining of the cold;
I gripped your arm
whilst you disciplined tears
held under your eyelids.

Still, I could hear
those salty icicles breaking
on the sidewalk
where I left you behind;
my thoughts ground
beneath the wheels.