Endless Night

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


All we were

That we’ll never be


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