A woman, she walks the streets at night
and asks a man she sees for a light
when the match is struck he asks her name
she replies, quietly, alexa elaine
why no caps? he asks, eyebrows raised
she says, 'it's late sir, and i've been formal all day'
fair enough, his reply, and they sit on the curb
and have several conversations sans spoken word
and when she has had it and can see him no more
he walks to a car and he opens the door
she tells him, do wait! I have a question to ask
do you ever look forward, hoping to see the past
before it arrives so that you might know
which direction you're heading, and which way you should go?
He ponders this line of questioning then sighs,
not even once, miss... I haven't the time.
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if you scream in my ears enough
they will bleed out of sympathy
they know you are trying your best.
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