A Casual Drive



I sit behind the wheel sometimes
with loving thoughts of you,
and speak to you of silly things
the way we used to do.
I hear the songs we know and love
and quickly raise the dial,
to sing those songs and carry on
as was our usual style.
And though the nights are cold and black
without a soul in site,
Inside my car, where we two are,
the world again seems right.
Yet though with all my heart I wish
the miles would never end.
To drive and drive an endless time
just I and my best friend.
Too soon the here becomes the there,
and we again must part.
With nothing but an empty tank,
a song, and broken heart.

I miss you Dell

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Submitted on May 01, 2011

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme XAXAXXXXXBXBXCXCXDXD X
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 603
Words 127
Stanzas 2
Stanza Lengths 20, 1

Yasline Simpkins

I am a simple woman from humble beginings. I am neither brilliant nor wealthy. My death will be of no great consequence to the world. There will be no holiday to commemorate the day of my birth. I am only me... strong and stubborn, passionate and proud. I am a wife, a mother, a daughter, a granddaughter, a sister, and a friend. This is my life, safe and unspectacular. I have loved and lost, and learned to love again. These pages reveal the truths of my being. They are entrusted with all the faith, love, hope, grief, fear, anger, compassion, courage, and curiousity that equate to the woman you see before you. There is no intentional pattern by which these works are organized. They are as disordered as the mind who created them. Handle them gently, for they are my legacy. more…

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