Too Many Car Rides

She rides passenger

With the sunroof open

And lets the wind push

Against her fingertips.

The desert sun rises

And brings another

Unwanted morning.

I won’t miss this

She whispers under her breath.

He took his eyes off the road

for second and thought

I won’t miss you either.

Ashamed

This is a recent piece I have been working on. Let me know what you guys think!



The sun is setting
I turn to the middle
Blank pages behind
Blank pages ahead
I try to think of what I wrote
Before You
Instead it comes out resembling you
A constant reminder
Like the tick of a clock
Or a New Year's Eve countdown
A constant reminder
Like the ring in the top drawer

It's later now
Only the moon left to listen

So
I
Turn
The
Page

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