Remember how I swerved into the path of a bike and got hit because that hooded guy was following me? As I was walking home last night, I looked up and realized that crack ho who had hugged me last week was staggering in front of me, and I nearly crossed through traffic to get to the other side of the street.
Did you ever see that scar? It was an asphalt day.
Or were you already gone?
Do you remember the rain?
All those ghosts and ghosts of steam and smoke, released.
The smell of the ocean.
The night it whispered. To some, to one.
Where you were when you knew.
When you knew you knew.
This storm was created for you.
And for entire nights, it danced.