What Can You Do When All You See is the Red Light

In this liminal space where nothing lasts, 

I embalm your fleeting touch & wear them 

around my neck. Here is the catch: neither 

of us is worth the wait. Even with your 

painted bitten nails tapping my thigh or 

my sigh as you walk away after saying 

goodbye, there are still so much more we 

could ask. How selfish do you need me 

to be? My foot hits the brake; you unbuckle 

the seat belt. I’d imagined it like the whole 

world crumbling before my eyes, a mighty 

fist from above crashing this car, but the 

only sound I hear is a single timid click. 

As you close the door behind you, the seat 

belt retracted back to its place as if it was 

never stretched just to hold you tight.