Vanessa

Every time I close my eyes

I see her body at my feet

Lying crooked in the street

Gurgling breath, begging me

The other prevailing thought…

“Her old hands were so soft.”

I hope you are okay. I grieve for what

Happened that day.

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Roadtrip

No one will ever touch the space in my mind
When the music is playing and the miles fly by 
When the darkness is broken by tokens of civilization
And cars pass fewer as the hours ascend
No one will ever know the solitude
and solace
of that emptiness within.