Mind, Drips
Alan Palomo
Blacktop letters written all in chalk,
So that she might see me,
When school is over,
Dripping thoughts all onto your sidewalk,
I couldn't tell you,
When I was sober
Cryptic message written in the dark,
How it haunts me,
As she laid closer,
Locking hands floating through the park,
They'd always watch me,
Losing composure