Enough said
from sad eyes.
Is this the end,
or is this when I tell Joel
about Kendra Jean,
the love of my life.
Joel is an innocent bystander,
standing by my simple things
for dumb love and curiosity.
I know what is under
and I know what is above,
I say.
Do you?
He asks.
I got nada in bodegas,
and I am solo in Union Square.
I don't ever know
how I got here.
Talking to Joel
while waiting for the end
is like playing hide-n-seek
and being too good at it.
I want to be caught.
So catch me.