strangers in the night

when i see you
outside my house,
bent over
the rear tire of
my car letting
the air out,
with a sharp
knife lying on
the ground,
with which
to plunge it
into the side
of my new all
weather radials,
i wonder what
went wrong since
we sliced that
wedding cake
and danced to
the music of
strangers in
the night.