Coco

in the beam of headlights

a flash of motion darts across dark asphalt.

brakes slam,

a breath catches in the throat. 

and the stillness of a stopped car 

there is a crack in the eye of man

like glass, the light in the fracture

is split like the millions who came before it

never to reform

Will we ever stop

Forming gaps for young children to fall through,

Teetering on the edge–          –swinging their legs. 

It's when we're 

driving along 

and it's the break of morning 

when the sun hasn't been awake for long enough 

to have warmed your still asleep body. 

Or it's when we're 

Everybody has somebody — the person who is their everything and whom they never want to go without. 

It could be for a long time or a short time, a moment or an age.