6

I try to grab you
The smoke before the cigarette burn
I know it, I die when I breathe you.
But it's my try, it's my turn.

I see you flung up in the air
As I skid across the dirty ground
I know I'll be stained if I don't move fast
But it's my choice, I'll stay around.

The empty bus with the grimy seats
The sweating no-ones in the heat
Standing when there's space to sit
But still you fall, you take the hit.

And suddenly.
the lights come on.