Prena Poetry

i won’t be the one to tell you

that you have also been in love

with the idea of LA burning down to our feet.

now you won’t find me

in the rear view mirror of the cab you take

i am no longer on that bus stand

waiting like a lady who lost her religion

i have found love, i have found life

i have felt death dripping like a broken sink

in your apartment at Chicago

your remains on my lips

will be soon washed by the sea

i am moving on, i am moving on