i left you in october.

you left me in spring.

we moved through grey waters.

coming close when

the surging hormones

and emotions pushed us

closer, and when we would

come crashing down

from the elation of meeting,

we drove each other to

separate ends of the same

sea.

sometimes i miss your face.

i loved you with a passion

time can erase. the  damage

goes undone. we were

like two drunk kids playing

chicken in their parent's cars.

it was bound to condense.

bound to explode, and implode.

we weren't born to love 

each other, or drive, or

love machines till death. 

maybe you were in the end,

but i never was.