It Sits There - For Contest

It Sits There It sits there, like the old Chevy in the driveway, empty, but for memories of better days. Days of running hot on roads of steaming passion, squealing tires speeding the road to fulfillment, time’s road markers flashing past in the dancing headlights fading into lover’s dust. It sits there, just as big, as heavy, as empty as the Chevy, this worn out heart seized by the decrepitude of age drained of joy’s presence mired in the melancholy of the mind’s meanderings. It sits there blocking the driveway of his life. 11/22/2015 submitted to Romantic Poem – poetry contest sponsor SKAT A