Face in the Crowd

Of a girl I had hoped to know better than I do

Hair tucked tightly your face is a shadow lift up your eyes little circles of shaded eternity stare at me for a small amount of forever that passes unnoticed as blank expressions move from my face to another you walk away on the grasp of a different guy every night but not me no not me your dirty soul smells of bandages and metholated spirits that attracts me like a vulture over a car wreck at midday in the middle of the day in the middle of nowhere minus the light because everything around us is illuminated but not in our eyes when you take on every drug for healing and I go dry without medication so you'll keep walking and we won't exchange names or embrace once even only glances maybe extended glances at drunken parties where the only thing that remains calm and upright is the stark sobriety of what I'll never stoop to be and you'll never rise to become.

I'll drag my tongue across the wreckage.

Author's Note

The absence of punctuation is deliberate.