solo

  That's it for the other one...

Cerise sky.

The highway 

blends into a dream

almost perfectly...

 I forgot to

question the stranger

who frequently sits

over near the door,

watching the building across the street.

He lies so eloquently

through his tears, that 

I almost wish he'd stay.

Leaves like boats now

wend their way,

sliding through a puzzle effortlessly

as time

silently squeezes

something in my heart

and I wish to

become invisible

and ride along.