Your breath fogs the window -
it's covered in dewdrops,
reflecting the green light that had just turned yellow,
The wind blows cold, long, breaths.
in a red car,
hands pale and clenched on a steering wheel.
The road is empty,
and you wish the world was, too.
Your mind is not;
it is foggy, covered in dewdrops,
filled with red and angry thoughts.
You hold your breath
until the light is green again,
and the only sound that could be heard
is the screech of your tires.
Your car is denser than the air,
and your mind is denser than your body,
so your trojan horse is drowning.
They’re in love
with a ghost town,
the ruins of their dreams,
glass shards beneath bare feet.
With blue teens,
drowning in nicotine and
with too much on their mind.
With the reflection of
someone they’ve never met,
raindrops on their skin,
I’m in love with your ghost town