The woman on the radio sings beautifully
and her words have something to do
with rain, and places I've not seen.
I wonder briefly, quietly-
do I go straight,
or do I turn left...
and I turn right just to spite myself.
I drive through this business paradise
and think about opinions and beliefs
and the people who live inside...
they are watching me through their windows
and their thoughts are almost audible
"go away girl, you don't belong"
I would have invited you along,
but you won't see me today, and I fear
I don't mean anything to you anymore...
Still, it isn't anyone else's business
whether I spend my lunch break
laughing... or crying...
And though it seems
the air is too thick to breathe
and this place
is choked with emotion-
is warped and crumbling
beneath the weight of all the things that
everyone here would rather not believe...
I only have seven minutes left...
and I plan to spend each one
thinking about you.
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