Listening to Tokyo Police Club
I am transported back to Brooklyn, 2010,
when I would escape her place and her fate
to open up the teahouse in Manhattan.

The appeasable miles on the Rumbler
giving me time to reflect on not wanting
the world In which she witched me,
but a footnote forever she will be.

I wonder where my life would be
had I stayed with that crazy Her
in that Greenpoint apartment,
building tapestry battles and royal chaos.

Two years later I met the love of my life,
given other songs as time machines,
other great regrets as results of choices,
and here I am still hearing prefaces.