death metal screeches in the background,
heart pounding,
headbanging ,
but your face is what I see.
your soul layed upon me.

daydreaming over what came to pass
and what shall be.
what shall become of you and I
endless memories flying by

truth be told, without "we" there is no me
no me to feel happy
no me to be free
your face is all I see.

so many things to be glad for
none of these compare to thee

your shining soul
belongs to me

At the intersection
of Thirteen and Sheyenne.
I'm heading West, him East.

I had a vision:
His motorcycle twisted
under my SUV
pinned to the asphalt,
pinned to the sheets,
Back flash to
the assault,
all my fault...

The light wasn't red,
but it wasn't green either.
His fault for being in
my moral blind spot.

We made eye contact,
mine stayed dry,
he broke first
and for a second time,
he ran the red.