far
icy cold rain blursthe red light
as wiper blades
tap and tick
oncoming beams
quickly flash across
tear-stained
cheeks and
pass
one errand
grows to hours
on winding
barren roads
the missing ache
throbs
endlessly droning
wheels on pavement
all i can see
is straight ahead
where you're
ever so close
and needlessly far
Poetry by Gretchen Hunter
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Written on 2010-03-30 at 17:34
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