What i know

 
Sometimes it's all in my head
a what-if
filed away under  
godpleaseno eventualities;  
 
other times i'm in traffic
and it hits like the vehicle
i wish it were instead.
 
i know she probably
thought i was cold
(judge for yourself)
because our processing filters
aren't the same grade,
 
so if it makes you feel better
there's a collection of  
empty bottles
and a suit with dirty knees
marked Exhibit Wednesday.