You looked at me in that way
That a dog stares helpless
At the unrelenting traffic passing by.
You looked at me, and the gusts
Of winds blowing this/that way,
Seemed a bit more certain and sure.
You stared at me, trying not to
Linger on my eyes, and opened
and closed your mouth, almost saying.
You, again, and forever,
Walk away, and before you leave
You turn and make time shatter between us.
And you mumble something,
Under your breath, I can only understand
"What do I know
What do I know"