I pulled up to a red light on my bike, waiting to turn left
you had just texted me the news from our old show
a car turned pulled up behind me
And a memory came rushing back
from the day you were doing the same
and the car didn’t see you
didn’t stop
I was sitting on the step
You came trudging home
like a lost little boy
wheel bent
And I was so angry
that someone would hurt you
and then just try to pull away
And I was so sad
because nothing should hurt you
But then I became the bad thing that happened to you
and I ran
My city felt so empty without you in it for the first time
It was all about geography
But now I am pushing outside of my borders
in a way I never could have
in the Republic of Us.
