I am walking through
pieces of glass they crumble
my brittle ankles feel the tension
of it as i walk through
where I belive is an alley

The sun is high up
the sweat is catching up to me
there is a woman sitting on the
handlebars of the bike,
the man pedals

they scream and yell
and slowly then the pedaling stops
the glass I walk through is silent to the cries of the woman
angry I don't understand how they could argue in such state
when from afar they looked as if
the wind gave them kisses of goodbyes
and the truth is maybe I had known
how it would end
but as always I prefer my ending