I lost my innocence
Beside railroad tracks
And learned my love
Of - why? - when I
Watched the train go by.

I fall in love with blonde hair and glasses,
Awkward stances and quick glances;
He is temporary and thus impacting,
His voice is all that is lasting.
And though my chances are impeded,
Distance seems all so fleeting;
Such as is in the one-time summer dare
Of two strangers’ love affair.

I like walking in the
Middle of the road when
The stop lights suddenly
Look like stars and I
Can watch the smoke of my
Cigarette carry every word
I was never able to say.

I always hope for rain.
I pretend I'm being washed
By all the tears of the moment,
If only to comfort the outcry
By soaking it into my skin.

I try to picture myself
On top of the wet pavement,
But all I can see is the reflection
Of the sky. How funny it seems
When looking down.