The Last Drive

She parked you in the scrap yard. You bought the hose and tape on your card. Works pilling on the pressure. You left a detailed letter. Your health is on the wain. The carbon dioxide will kill the pain. I can see no change in sight. You picked your spot and parked at night. Relationships are just a scream. The hose connected the car was sealed, all done in a dream. A future you can not see. So you just turn the car key and in a haze my troubles fade away.