Other People

[conqueror49worm]

I can't help it,
darling. You know me
through a shot glass,
darkly. We're laughing in the
street, sharing a cigarette,
swaying a little bit, wondering
what it
means,
if anything.

(x) Like a scarf remembers
yarn but forgets the needle,
I will
always look
for you in other
people.

We're a long way from Long
Island and your home.
The railroad is
silent. It's just us and the
sound of a florescent buzz.
Maybe I curse your bus for leaving.
Maybe you never
came around.

(x) So with a holy kiss,
everything went peaceful.
I had
always looked
for you in other
people.