Mind, Drips
ALAN PALOMO
Blacktop letters written out of chalk,
that she might see me when school is over,
Dripping thoughts fall onto your sidewalk,
I could only tell you when I'm not sober
It's not your fault
Cryptic message written in the dark,
All that haunts me is surely closure
Locking hands floating through the park,
They always watch me losing composure
It's not your fault
