A way I don't care.

When I saw you in there

window frame hung in midair.

Crouched down by the drapes

pulling back the weight of your hair.

I've been about; you haven't the slightest

clue as the what that blinking light is

that you see every night before you sleep

I did just what you said.

And I got lost just out in my families' plot.

Like there was something I had to compare

to a life I don't know

and a way I don't care.

In a way I don't care where.