a little Saturday

its long and flat and forever,
green and tan then black with stocks that live
and cars that speed through without ever looking.
long talks of tomorrow and yesterday and remember when
advice and care and energy and iced tea.
bathroom breaks, filler up! Sacramento soon...
start thinking about what already happened and wonder and wait
will it heal quick? an after thought of I dream i had last week,
will it drag across my face leaving me raw and fierce:
a fake smile and a quiet hello is all i have?
wavering, from a girl too strong for most and i feel me shake.
waiting, from someone who would have like to have moved on already
but still i stick
still i find the time in my impatience to give it a second look,
give it a second breath
color returns in the night as the sun reminds me of reincarnation
and release
and continuation