Allotted

On a night when I am muted light
reflected on the rain slick road,
and a girl says she knows a girl
who would be my world
I feel history and know it –
familial and cursed,
beyond that grade in grade school –
interrupted
conversation eavesdrops in giggles,
so someone knows someone knows.
No.
No one knows
but us
and as such there is so much.
I drop my keys in the parking lot.
You are in the night,
reflected on a car door
where I see myself –
no one else –
I see no one else.
I see you.
And that girl says she knows a girl
who would be my world
does not know you.

© 2005, Jay M. Kurtz, All rights reserved.