February 20, 2017

Losing lovers on a saturday
Whitewashed windows
Against moving buildings
I'd heard that frantic something
Before
In your sleep
In my stomach
Why does it surprise me
That you've interpreted
My odd connections as
Reasons to run
Reasons to have me run
Out of balance
But so smooth
On the warm pavement of this
Saturday afternoon
Worried faces a worry
All on their own
No focus to be met
And stations to be had
I look out the train
I made it
But I can't see sunday coming