Motif

I sat outside smoking a cigarette
In cold winds that remind me I'm alone
And watched the bridge, its long cables
Lit up like lamps on a restaurant promenade
That came to points at the tops of the towers.
The towers had red lights at their tips
And the whole thing reminded me of breasts.
I dragged on my cigarette and remembered
The ribs I had for dinner tonight.
I chuckled then, at this motif we've created
With one another, this lasting memory
Between the two of us that will stand as tall and prominent
In those times of subtle smirks that nobody else will understand
As the steel and concrete of that bridge.
It was a bittersweet laugh, tainted by an inescapable recognition
That I'll never belong anywhere in particular
If for nothing else than that you and I both
Abhor anything lasting or belonging
Despite our mutual love for the unintelligible and secret.