in the aftermath of a collision like that,
all you can notice is the silence of a city that never sleeps
i’m not sure what moved first, your heart or my legs
blaring of your heartbeat, or my breathing, or the car horn, whichever was actually louder (perhaps the loudness was just a product of my perception)
your hands are warm.
your eyes are steady.
“how am i going to drive back after that?”
“with two hands on the steering wheel.”