The pages flew
streamlined around our bodies,
a single file
origami parade

catapulting volumes
from floor to ceiling,
we tear with intensity and leave the organized scraps
for the fire.

Something rattled beneath my dashboard,
a common annoyance
as my mind drifted
on the old familiar drive,

and sitting at the red light
I saw the crossroads,
my former teenage residence to my right
your double decker to my left,

and in those few seconds
in the early hours
before the sun
I thought,

I could've had both sisters
at one point or another.

03/17/2014