So, you
with carbon cut hair
small eyes blackest
buried in an auburn face, I
can't help but feel safe
around you.
We all may know
that it's a fast food kitchen
you're waltzing your way through
but we couldn't tell you that.
You can change your surroundings
all you want
you just can't leave.
I can smell memories
on your skin, rising
like drawing blood.
I haven't seen this town for years but
I know and I know
you remember me.
Escorting your minions
through the foyer
with a hand outstretched
left limp behind you
twisting your stride like a graceful accident
waiting to be kissed
or at least
held.