driving down the road dreaming at the wheel left or right? where we headed now? sounds of the highway caressing both of my ears fears locked in the trunk hugging trees between her fingertips while her tears drip-dropped down to her lips the wind came from all directions every breeze collided and confided in each other like she did me… she was looking for the world she created though she led it with as little direction as she had where she stood she spoke of her one big tear that fell from an oversized silver gray cloud that stood above barren fields where people don't… live… but camp for the night before they reach places they didn't know existed …forward in that field she continued there stood one red rose in the middle but no one picks it up… it's innocent… and alone… the most beautiful sign of life anyone has ever seen in a land presumed dead but like most of these travelers she never stood long enough to live this subtle beauty "So we're passing through…Where we headed?" "The road is yours." "Why mine?" "Because I give it to you." "You made the first turn. Why cant it be a road big enough for both of us to lead?" "…Well maybe I just wanna be led for once." "I'm not strong enough to lead tonight." "~sigh~ Fine, I have the wheel." "That was almost a smile…" "Left or right?" not much in our sight no traffic lights nothing but night skies guiding these wandering eyes I take a glance at my passenger side where she slept quietly invitingly slumped in a bucket seat though still comforting me and old wounds welling up with tears soaking through tattered seams of my flannel shirt that tears a little bit more with every sharp turn on this road though thought given… I seem to be tearing at the seams teetering between the seemingly serene and the deceivingly convenient notion… that love is in my rear-view mirror and as I look at my passenger side once more she clung to the door as if the wind was about to blow her away like a fragile paper-doll and she folded into tiny… little… pieces… waiting for me to figure out her ethereal origami and I sat there losing contact with the road then i let go of the wheel and only then did I start to feel me and her… road slipping
Reason for writing:
hey its been a while...but im back...neway, this was inspired with i conversation i had a while back with a very special grrl...and it took me almost four or five months to finish it but hey im pretty happy with the product :) more to come
Birth sign: Pisces
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