white car
drives past
tires tread
on an old love shunned
by you who sits
staring straight ahead
at a destination
that will now be reached alone
liquid crystal,
doing a slow dance.
on the invisible barrier
separating indoors from outdoors.
its smooth tango,
reminds me of a tune
once hummed a lot,
but now lost
in a choking throat.
why is my cheek wet,
when the rain is outside?
cardboard cutout, folded wrapper
crumpled heart tossed out the window
but like a paper crane...
i
choose
to
fly
