The Broken Kid Club Poem by Jeff Wrubel

Two of us alone throwing color at our shadows
Cigarette smoke, just like that we'd drift away
I never looked from the downpour to the rainbow
Or seized a moment, never asked of you to stay

Speak of culture, the mutual comfort of the awkward
Darkness always found me, my heart never was free
To tell me of it's tales, all the whispers gone unheard
Never warming in the glow of your candle lit for me

A gift I couldn't give, in self neglect I was unclean
I showed you my dark clouds, even though I couldn't see
That you sat under them with me, daring not to dream
Take you home then, left unsaid and frozen like a tree

The storm is broken, it's cracks I can see through
And I can hear that I've always loved your laughter
But can't be unfair to where you've flown away to
The beat of this old heart playing songs never chased after