AC (12-16-1981 DOD: everyday / )

That, Coupled With A Mix Cd I Made The Night Before To Listen On The Trip From Here To There

I leave all roads nameless, just like their destinations.

I chewed my thumbnail and spit the excess out of the window,
the small shape of a crescent moon spilling all over the highway.
There's trash all over in the medians, hitchhikers
wandering back and forth under the overpasses.
This morning, it's hard to see passed
the ice crystals on the windshield,
I pretend they are love letters composed for the sun.
That's how it is, and when it's not, it's should be.
That's how you can tell the difference between
a memory and,
an imaginary friend you once professed your love to.
I still tell you all of my secrets, because you are nameless,
because after a thousand on-ramps and exits,
you no longer exist.

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Comments (3)

A refined poetic imagination, Amberlee. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
Just an amazing and beautiful sadness here along with the poetry of highway heartbeats...I here the tires hum and wish I was there.
Excellent word flow Amberlee, A pleasure to read.