Crash on the highway,
stranded between.
My friends had waited,
but left without me.
glimpse on the platform,
we met on the train.
She came from further,
heading my way.
Three days in April,
three years ago.
One black eyed stranger
I learned to know
made all my plans stop
shook me off track.
Ten days of longing
I followed her back.
plane made of paper [bad word] by the light
circled forever
over the city at night.
Like a movie,
like a song,
how it should be
being young