Vendor

Soft and slippery,
The unbidden slope.
A quaint little diner,
Where we first met.

The days were warm,
The rain was cold,
And maybe I should have known
That we were too far gone.

I don't belong to you,
I have no control.
I don't belong to me,
Just who is left?

Harmonic melodies floating,
Threatened our voices.
Your eyes pierced mine,
Stopping my world.

Walking in comfortable silence,
Because words weren't enough.
And yet there was so much
That we needed to say.

I don't belong to you,
I have no control.
I don't belong to me,
Just who is left?

Compulsory companions,
In a city that wasn't home.
Brief bonding,
Setting the sure pace.

Going from zero to sixty,
Consequences be damned.
And somehow I couldn't see
That it was no path we ran.

I don't belong to you,
I have no control.
I don't belong to me,
Just who is left?

These actions
These stories
Are not mine.
I don't belong to me.

My soul has already been sold.