Mutual Encounters

[Tomer]

It was a lazy encounter
The kind that make you wonder
What divine intervention is
What the sun brings to the stars
When a cup of tea is offered at the crack
Of dawn.

An encounter
That didn’t stay
With a cup of coffee
But left for a journey
Through miles and miles
Of the desert highway.

She sought solace
In his brazen hair
Picturesque body,
But behind the smiles
Behind his eyes
He was someone else
An oddity amongst a sea of people,

A soul torn on his hardwood floor,
As a girl shared his journey
Like the shoulders that looked up to him
And she left unneeded of angst
Of his pale craze,
And she left for another street

Another alley, and then came the phone call.
And the boy was gone, bullet to the head
Without a chance for silence
A battered girl had become seasonally bitter.

Still beautiful, still driven,
But she was hurting,
Hurting along the west side trees
The doorstep she could no longer step to,
And she “sleeps” at night.

The shower runs
Where the night is having coffee
And she still can’t find the breaking point,

But along the Westside Streets
You can still find her.