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Wearing Your Shirt, Doing 80 in the Rain
by Meredith C HartwellTonight,
I am remembering every night
that we spent keeping pace,
and making up for lost time.
In separate cars,
we kept our conversation lively
as we drove each other home.
I could drain the desert,
but all the oil in the world
won't get me to you now.
I am hydroplaning home,
the wet road losing friction
as I slide in on my own.
We have always come home together, love.
I don't know how to get there alone. 03/18/2005 Posted on 03/18/2005
Copyright © 2010 Meredith C Hartwell
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/09/05 at 09:02 AM I think you've succeeded quite handily here Meredith and have managed to freeze a moment, a scenario in time that we may come to gaze upon the eternal. |
| Posted by Jon Kary on 08/08/05 at 11:50 AM There couldn't be a more perfect resolution to this poem than the last two lines; they carry one into contemplation. |
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