Remnant Street

Walking along
Remnant Street
on a cold February night.

Stars struggle,
gasp and die
against the darkness in the sky.

The bitter wind
whips through my hair
chills my bones, my heart.

I hold fire in my hand
between my thin, slender fingers
the long cigarette glows.

Remnants of my life
my bones, my heart
smolder, burn.

Walking along
Remnant Street
on a cold February night.