Owls are wise
I see them flapping their wings in my rearview
She wants a family, but
This winding road is dangerous, and
Your eyes distract me
After the flames die down
And the wreckage is sifted
In the milky white surrealism
And the stale, stifling afternoon
I’ll watch you walk away
You won’t even look back
I know
*My god I’ve never felt so alone