In the park

Cigarette burning on a picnic blanket
Where did it all go
Like some sad rom com
Fated to meet a sad
Yet comical end
We are all intersecting wire
And your glass if half full
Shattered on the floor
Tireless
You are the triumphant
Architecture
That walls haunt the drunk
The devoured
The premiscious
And I am the golden arch
That fell
And was burrows
All those years ago.
Attacked by a brown pigeon
In the park
By an oak
On the day
We met again
For the first time