Driving Home
eyes eyes
In the Headlights- wide
The clacking of feet on the ground,
Mad dash for the Tick-filled ditch.
You
Alone, oblivious until-
The very last second
When You wrench
The wheel
Left
Not knowing where You’re going,
Just Not into that Sillouhette.
Car Road Him
A moan escapes the lips of Both.
For One, it is of Agony.
For the other, it is of relief.
eyes eyes
In the Headlights- wide
As You crawl out of Your car
Into the Tick-filled ditch
To see him stride away
Nonchalantly into the darkened field.
-RED
Copyright © Rain Dubilewski | Year Posted 2008
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