slipped through before leaving,
you bound past like you didn’t know

you never really learned my mystery

you never knew to find me
away from each other

loud and tedious,
with me hanging, usually shot,
waiting with the others and bored,
your trash- it’s part of the same
weird corner hemmed in,
bickering over airwaves, competing

except when they truce it
in the night- the last rainy, wrong
story- and walk out into the downpour,
we know both of them
don’t have anybody

and it’s the miracle ending
crisscross intersections for us
now that i live in fear of you,
we’d only meet after