HIT AND RUN

these are the last seconds you
grace my eyes beneath a lamborghini and a yellow taxi
before you get in to drive away
unconsciously my hand slips through loose ends
of my hair and i curse
under my breath and reach deep
below my lungs looking for a voice
to call your name

but the traffic overrides me. i become the
insignificant whirl as traffic lights go green
and the contents of my bag spill out,
i gasp, momentarily stunned by my stupidity,
the extent of existentialism against
me, but i don't feel
alone.
my wallet flips open and as i drop my step
to align myself with the grey-tar-likeness of road,
cars honk and jerk and angry people are shouting
four letters like love,
photographs melt into plastic casing-

you're going over speed limits in other states:

i'd stop traffic for you.
but you push pedals, fling me away,
hit and run-
you're leaving today.