Sometimes,
When I'm not preoccupied...

Love like the place on bathroom doors
in bad parts of town...

This door won't hold the wind out,
She's looking at me that way again...

If you let the parts open
people will see in...

There go the moments
that cannot be held on to...

I'm sitting here staring at the invisible...
between people who have never met...

Stop hunting
don't keep falling for the old ruse...