Running Away, Running Away

I kiss the sound of your shadow
because that’s all I have left.
Somebody please pull this rearview mirror

out of my head and the reflection
of the city I am leaving behind.
No, not that homeless beggar,

let him fend for himself.
No, not that dead prostitute,
it’s too late for her.

Not the mangy dog sniffing in the alley,
man discards them by the millions
like toilet paper down the drain.

Somebody please pull this rearview mirror
out of my head, I don’t want to see
what I’m leaving behind in my heart.