She feels new in someone else’s arms
Like a race to get to the next one
Just a portfolio on her phone
Swiping humans to decide who
Will be the next president
To her racetrack for the night
Funny the people we invest in
Can find ways to disappear
Without saying goodbye or
Thank you or really anything
Unless you ask and even then
You may get nothing or just
A story that is a lie that still
Feels like nothing
No oil no gas
No juice in the tank
To last
When the speedway is empty
I wonder what it feels like
Just to have quiet
No engine revving
Sit underneath the happy light
That should make up for the
Unrequested abandonment
The messages you sent to
Make someone feel better
Visit their house
Carry them out
Be their best option
Until they don’t need you
Any longer
Turn to the nearest convenience
Didn’t matter if you were there
For them and they signed off
You wonder where did they end up?
Feeling new in someone else’s arms
Like a race that had to end
A journey that could never
Last forever
A false friend
© GÄ
Poétique 