My hands shiver upon the steering wheel
and somewhere in front of me
Lights glisten off of packed snow in my windshield wipers
Drive-bys perk my ears from the right and left
Wind buffeting, breathing and releasing around
This happens with my eyes closed
I whistle to the silence
Hoping it'll travel its distance
A tune from an old burger chain commercial
I'm out of key, and I make the machine come to life
Making tracks in the ice, I begin to kick up
Spirals of memory in a wintery morning
How warm your lips were on the coldest of days
And the way your hands looked in my jacket sleeves
Many times my eyes met the rearview
A lonely road behind, reversing to pictures
Of nights spent under barren trees
Waiting for color, for the sun to wake
I think of you in a window
Eyes drawn to the edges of an oversized coffee mug
I think of this as I see you
And as I drive right by without stopping

11/20/2013

Posted on 11/20/2013
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