Should I have left at 8’ ? When those two words set my fence! When my steps crossed the gate, But could not let me vent…
A word away and you were near, Beyond the alley, along the riverline. Blinded by the pixels, I caught the fear, You kept the call and yearned for mine.
The old strolled road and the street lights, The place I knew, “Alas!” I cut the line. Pulled two strings, I knew your temper. For both were faint, but held by laughter…
In thoughts I left, with no smoke but chalice, That my universe worked upon collision. Back to black was where I'd be created, But you saw beyond my painted illusion…
“Should I have left for 8?”, With you along to rather be, I'd blame the cold to deem it late, When I could feel your breeze…