Dairy of a Madman

there’s a moment made of frozen hopes
put under lights in an empty space
in my little museum
and at closing time with crowds dissolved
I slip right past the velvet ropes
press my fingers to the case
and I hold you in my arms

this isn’t where I should be
I stand and stare when I should run
why am I only waiting
for what can only come undone

you were hidden in a highway curve
solid lines a silent shield
against metal twisted cold
like sudden daylight there you were
took all I had just not to swerve
and slow instead to yield
but then your light was gone

- Vienna Tang, Undone