i walk, no puppy follows
but the blood still flows inside
god damn memories ride and ride
honking, yelling out their windows

i think to push you against the wall
and ask a painfully genuine question
but isn't that what builds the tension
in the broken guitar strings of our rock song?

distance from home increases
traffic lights change from yellow to red
waiting in dark stillness will mess with your head
if you don't jot down a poem, and slip away gently