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Wishful Glimpses Through Timeworn Windshields
I would
Wish you
The worst
But yours
Came true
First
Feels like
That red light
Gets longer every day
Though I can’t
Help but stare
At the place I last kissed you
Counting
The cars
In the driveway
Making note
Of the purple bike
Left in the grass
Picturing
The perfect happenstance
That you would be there
With the devil’s music
As your dad always called it
Vibrating my speakers
The slow motion
Of realization
Would cross your face
While my breath
Gets scared
And hides in my throat
But I pretend
I don’t
Notice at all
Focusing on the blink
Of green
That reminds me to take the right road
Just keep driving on
Let the world
Around me become a fast paced blur
Because the things
That are meant to stick around
Will forever remain in focus
A destination
Worth
Running towards
While things
Like you
Are better in the rearview
Copyright ©
Ali Lynn
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