a deepening red enveloped the pavement. the sound.. and the smell.. so .. distinct. i heard the jeans scrape against the ground.. and your tears fall.

i stood back, wiped the spots off my leather shoes. couldn't have me looking a mess before i visited him. the guy in apartment 24d. he was just like me, in every aspect.

it was all my fault. and you stood in my way.

i stepped over my accident. my fault. my void.. and subtly -- the street light turned on.

i loved you.