Headlights cut the dark
Crickets chirp out my window
The heat of the day rises in thick white mist
Off of ponds and swamps
The canal.
One of my babies
Sleeps in the backseat,
Her hair blanketing
Her face.
Through my speakers
The same CD I’ve been listening to for months
The Truth About Love
Sings the story of my life.
Are we all we are?
How come you’re not here?
I fly down dark highways
Remembering
All we were
That we’ll never be
Again.
by Julie Blue 