Crying after they tore down the
Building we spent a summer constructing
Nothing lasts but you wanted another sunrise
The triumph of ownership evaporated
The wrecking ball
It’s only me and this glass of solitude
Tears and $8 Chardonnay
–would have been better if it had caught fire
Gone up in flames
Instead of these heavy trucks–these
Magnificent crashing sounds
Pieces exploding off
I still remember looking at you from the top
The way you smiled and then dove off the fire escape.
Joy Boardman Jan 2013
writing prompt: building designer cries alone in a cafe.