A Rabbit

Girl beside me.

Cigarette smoke.

Empty street.

Song after song.

Detatched for a

time. Exchange

words with me.

I can't dig any

deeper, I'll never

get out of this ditch.

Is there anywhere that

hearts can go to heal.

Shapes look blurry and

we start laughing cause

the car had been moving

the whole time. It goes

through my mind, how I

have missed all her battles.

I am not the soilder for this

war, and the smell of tobacco

begins to turn my face around.