About YOU

I try to string

pieces of a puzzle

to somehow create

one being - you.

This might've

been the poem

about you.

You, who I feel

somewhat near,

somewhat far,

somewhat somewhere

in between.

You, who I view

standing at the middle

of the pedestrian lane.

You are confusion

solidified with a soul.

Skid marks in circles,

a heavy dose of

combusted gasoline.

You who I view

with expressive eyes

and stares that could pierce.

And when we've talked

of things,

of likes and dislikes.

warm hands

and the ignition of

something else.

Somewhere in a distance

I heard,

engine running and

screeching tires.