i saw you standing there
smoking a cigarette in
your moody clothes.

she was on your mind &
it was written all over your face &
i was just driving by, i swear,
it was not by design.

((but by all designs, she left this city that day.))

we are a series of
incredible accidents
lined up in haphazard
succession. oh! but soon
one of us will have to give,
one of us will have to take.