Thinking and Driving

November 6, 2007

I’ve taken this trip so many times
A fuel tank filled with pain, love and nostalgia
A cubby-hole overflowing with songs about us
A scarf choking me as the tips feign freedom in the wind

It never mattered where I went
No speed nor distance was fast or far enough
Heavy traffic or open country roads
I couldn’t get you out of my passenger seat

But now as I look in my rear view mirror
I see you fading in the distance
And have to wonder what used to make me wonder
Back when I could drive in ignorant bliss

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Poetry / Creative Writing

Tags: Creative Writing, Paul Seele, Poetry