I let my mind wander
Down dark streets with
Watching eyes whispering
From windows and
Trash-filled sidewalks
And as always
It found you
With your eyes dancing
Behind the glow of a cigarette
Inviting my poor mind
To just step into the alley
Nice and quiet-like
And with your pistol in my back
Emotional bullets snug and tight and ready
I finally asked myself
How did we get here
And when?