Drive Home
Late at night
a forced drive home
In the dark
they’re both alone
She lays in her bed
with thoughts of him
in her head
He stays between
yellow lines
Counting the time
until he sees her
again
On the radio
one of their songs
How he longs
to be driving
the other direction
She squeezes a bear
and holds real tight
A gift given
for these nights
She worries as time
quickly passes by
The towns drag by
but he’s home and alive
She receives his call
and breathes a sigh
They say goodnight
and their I love yous
wishing they were
by the other’s side
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