heathen's crossroads

i am haunted by your ghost i remember sitting there in the empty space beside my parked car shirt off and pants unzipped cement cold beneath me and how you leaned out the car window "that wasn't even my real name" and i stared at the stars unti l i was shaking two strangers who met at a crossroads and i know that you went home curled up in bed and slept fine knowing that the only life that was fucked up was mine