Place oil in the reservoir. Along with the windows, the meat will last longer.
A prison of forgotten & soon to be unforgiven loans.
You ride ahead alone, without that satchel you've forgotten at the bar, now attached to me by the hip. I'll remain alone also, searching for a single strand of your precious hair.
Those lights and sirens, explain them to me.
You speak to me of love, "With love." You say.
I know a time where force projected its threatened weakness, but not with you by my side.