incubus
A stranger, except for his stance and eyes reflecting in my rear view mirror red, blue and white flashing lights, a beating in my chest and there were so many red flags. A sight so faint, familiar in a dream still reality in my veins recirculating like used library books ancient and neglected a system of routine We're kids hide-n-seeking for fun love waiting for that affirmedness who will ride a roller coaster over every bump in the seat eating pop rocks that make us laugh But we're adults trying to fit the mold desiring complexity, mystery, proficiency selfish promises and so many words explaining nothing and something with mere hope for approval One glance at a stranger clear eyes of promises broken uncertain his stance fixed in a rearview mirror is enough.