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Wearing Your Shirt, Doing 80 in the Rain

by Meredith C Hartwell

Tonight,
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 © 2025 Meredith C Hartwell

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/09/05 at 01:02 PM

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.

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