Passing Lights

They are like flames in the passing
stars in my sight, that I can reach and feel the heat
of an unexpected night.
Every kind of color
some more different than the others
some daughters, some mothers
some related to the others.
Some walled behind their brothers
or they're jealous other lovers
that see us between their covers
sharing secrets with each other
saying that they're kinda smothered
bored,
trying to find another
always trying to think and wonder
what life would be like...

with me in their life...

I wonder that too,
and I might come of rude
though I just F***ed you
I just don't love you.

I'm sorry.