you look better in black and blue
in acid
white
i am the permanent only one
i am finally seeing
i was worth leaving
but not believing
deceiving
but not healing
and i trust the route
the one below
my feet, moment to moment
and twelve or twenty years later
i wonder if u care
at all, if it sinks in
how u were swerving
it was me
u were driving
my eyes caught ur frame
your oil and sunkissed skin
my way about everything
the ways it felt
I am barely dreaming
now
except about the snow
and how the fall feels
curled up with blankets