Streetlights changing
Shooting me into the past
Watching small raindrops collect
While I cannot collect my thoughts
Making it look like the glass is chipping
Until the windshield glasses over in a mosaic
Feeling the cold slipping in but I don’t mind
Feeling a shiver creep up my back
Reminding me of you
I take a breath
And I grab my bag and pretend that I'm putting on my armor
Suiting up
To go riding on a drunken horse, slipping on mud
While holding my breath underwater
And the English have longbows
It’s raining arrows that point me in the wrong direction
This is night
This is what I wanted
Now that I have it
I miss the struggle