Passenger Poem by Faith Wood

I stood waiting for you in the rear parking lot
Turns out you drove off without me
And I hear your picked up a passenger on your way
to keep your mind from drifting

You said, 'It doesn't mean a thing
She doesn't mean a thing'
Why are you whispering?
You said, 'It happened by chance
This is not my chance'
But why are you lying?

I sat down in a secluded part of the courtyard
I was hoping that maybe you'd come to find me
I had envisioned you looking under bridges
and on top of sky scrapers, but I was only wishing

No matter how strong I am
I cannot will myself to believe you again