My breath comes quick as I try to steer
Swallowing hard, push down fatalistic fear
Your name is the same, so go back again
We race, and chase, in cold gray rain

Falling forward down this hill
Flying – turning – weaving - still

I did not like what you just said
Slick words slide on pavement ahead
Pause and swerve, bump the curb; turn
Curt gesture and a glance that’s stern

Careening over puddles; hydroplane
Each doubt rises; argue; it’s insane

Life does not come with instant replay
Words and words but no meaning in what you say
You push and grasp; your point gets lost
Screech to stop, an inch from a post

Time halts; rain slips; dark gray clouds unseen
I glance at you; smile, hit the gas, the light’s green