The Moment That Made The Pain Come Back

The bus' lights at night annoy me.
I melt with the window to see

Beauty of where I live at night,
To see through that florescent light

My friends, the music, magnetic cords
In a dream -- shot up like nine swords

A figure with your hat and your stance
On the dart station platform, trance

Emotional enigmatic
Your black figure steps forward, emphatic

My forehead had been pressed, too,
With my thinned eyes to see you

I spiked, like lightning struck, hypnotic
Piercing light, and you, -- neurotic

But until the bus moved ... still staring
Unbeknownst to me ... still caring

Frayed wires, for the spark, scours
And droops over like dead flowers