Obsidian

I'm sitting next to someone I barely know

I look out the train window as we start moving

Could this be the start of something new

A worn out city I very well know

There's a million other places I could be right now

And if I'm going to be honest,

The chain attached on your jeans and wallet is eminently intimidating 

I don't usually do this

But I guess it's just for the fact that

I've seen the person you were compared to the person you are

Tattoos and piercings 

All black clothing

A scent of bourbon 

You have a ring on almost every finger

Obsidian stones mark one in particular

I feel like it represents you well

As we walk down the city sidewalks

You're reaching for me

I can't tell if I want to be closer to you or farther from you

The way you carry yourself is what sets you apart

You hold a certain sense of confidence 

With a hint of danger and suspicion that follows closely

We approach the Jackson Street Bridge

I am hesitant

But maybe this is where I want to be

We watch as hundreds of cars pass underneath our feet

The breeze hits hard and I have a crawling feeling of fear

I think this is the most I have felt in months

And while you resemble what I imagine death itself to be

I can't convince myself to walk away

I think you're exactly what I need 

A gentle kiss takes me by surprise

Is this how I die

You give me the obsidian ring

Honestly, I do not want it

But I think I'll keep it

To remember what it feels like to be alive