It's Always The Last Place You Look

9.5 Miles
For a bright Orange smile
In a place, left in haste
And torn of its pride

Red across town
The sun’s going down
Too late for a date
With a soul cast aside

It was hard to keep track
What I didn’t want back
Too much tension to mention
That it might have been lost

Tired under force
But the reverse discourse
Would move her to prove
Pride was not without cost

A hidden ecology
Of reverse psychology
Is chained to the reigns
That put us on track

You search and it’s gone
But it doesn’t last long
That a home left alone
Can best welcome you back

Backwards in time
The future did climb
Leaving me seething
My plans now unfurled

But the scraps on the floor
Soon formed the door
Strangely arranged
At the top of the world

We stepped through and saw how
The sunsets make sense now
No cause for the flaws
In perception and time

And prejudice lacks words
When perfection runs backwards
I’m facing my grace in
The Russian that’s mine