A little nostalgic

I walk up 9th avenue and am flooded with thoughts of you
Tears roll down as I walk up
56th street
sushi spot and you feeding me eggs from some other mother
squishy and pink
plus fried ice
and I am cold
wind blows against me

it is an empty Friday night
empty weekend with nothing to do
my mind fills with you
I binge on memories of us moving fast towards
My red light


And I wonder now
Why I stopped our collision
So desperate and inevitable
It was thought
Brain seizure
Then shut down

Copyright © 2006 by Arin Lawrence