Does the sound of metal crushing against metal
stay in your dreams?
Flecks of amber and salmon pink
engraved upon the flesh of your palms?
Do you remember feeling the seconds drag by
in hours as we rolled into one with the September night?
A moment, a glance too fast was it all it took
for you to spin me upon the axis of life.
The scream, the glass shattering screams
Ring inside my ears and the shards of the wind screen
pushed deep into my skin.
Does it keep you awake with sweat
drenching your body, saturating you with the sheets?
Do you regret that quick trip to the shops
to pick up your dirty cigarettes?
Did you mean to invade my dreams
with the sweat, the glass, the metal upon metal
the grinding sound as the car halts mid-air?
Did you mean to wake me up, night after night
screaming, desperate for breath?
Did you ever search for the date, the twenty-fifth of the ninth
to see if we survived?
Or have you, like on the day you rolled our world upside down
walked away, with your dirty cig