I thought I was leaving,
I went back for my jacket
and everything slipped
between my fingers
when I turned the doorknob,
highway exits I missed came back
to haunt me,
vaguely,
like everything else.
I felt like I needed to tie my shoelace
when he bullets spent through the glass,
we went out through the back door
and you ran back to rescue
the drugs hiding safely under the bed,
we peeled out laughing down the alley-
I think You spoke in Spanish
and I was gasping in French,
you said do You surrender
and I screamed yes!
You whispered in my ear and turned
my face to
Gray.
Ash fell from
my eyes and turned
my hands to clay,
you held them in the palm of yours
anyway,
I said I was sorry and
you said ghosts don't accept apologies,
I asked you to look for him;
You said I'm not dead
yet
And I don't know why I
thought
We were on the other side.
