Registration Day

We had a new understanding about time,
             and it centered around pity,
             around how you did or didn't used to feel about me,
             and I was stubborn as fuck,

You knew this,
             and I was unwilling to let the register show anything other than the truth,
             anything other than the way you walked with me under the street lamps,
             with our feet on and off the brick walkways,
             and how we were not thinking about Tuesday,
             because there was no way to imagine the buildings that way,
             and the jumping,

There was no way to imagine it,
             anything that was to come the next day,
             just twelve hours later,
             there was no way,
             just no way to imagine that kind of death,
             that smell,

And so I knew you would come to your senses,
             because no imagination could dream that up,
             all that was left,

for both of us,
for all of us,
was the red line,
and the truth---