I always wait for
that blends silently in the night
a split second passing
in my rear view mirror
the last traces of its faint lights
wave a final bid of goodnight.
I move on while listening
to the music in my car stereo
singing the lyrics in my head
and recalling the hour past
that's a keepsake
in sheer memory.
I bury my head in my pillow
and sleep with good wishes
that maybe tomorrow
I will see you again.
Poetry counts as artistic talent, my fellow lefty. :)
thanks so much for appreciating!