poem time
midnight drives
i think of him when nights get lonely
i long for his company
i miss our mid-night drives
he showed me his dark side
he made me smile
he always tried to scare me witless
we took turns listening
we faced our fears by making them known
we started a lovely friendship
one i though would never die
funny how things work out
it seems to have ended faster than it began
sometimes at night after it rains i drive
retracing the paths we took so many times
i remember the little things that meant so much to us both
the way the traffic lights illuminate the rain soaked pavement
the long winding roads that led us into new dimensions
the blue dashboard that often had our heart poured out onto it
the way we saw beauty in a town that seems so dead
the music starting off at a tone we could both hear and enjoy
and ending up turned down to a faint rumble that went unnoticed to our ears
the important noises on these nights were the ones our minds and hearts orchestrated for us
painful tears, broken hearts, past mistakes, childhood fears, nervous laughter intertwined with smiles
i miss the way we shared our thoughts, beliefs, feelings, fears, dreams, nightmares, pasts, and hopes with eachother.
so much in common
too little time
i miss him
i miss our midnight drives
i think of him when nights get lonely
i long for his company
i miss our mid-night drives
he showed me his dark side
he made me smile
he always tried to scare me witless
we took turns listening
we faced our fears by making them known
we started a lovely friendship
one i though would never die
funny how things work out
it seems to have ended faster than it began
sometimes at night after it rains i drive
retracing the paths we took so many times
i remember the little things that meant so much to us both
the way the traffic lights illuminate the rain soaked pavement
the long winding roads that led us into new dimensions
the blue dashboard that often had our heart poured out onto it
the way we saw beauty in a town that seems so dead
the music starting off at a tone we could both hear and enjoy
and ending up turned down to a faint rumble that went unnoticed to our ears
the important noises on these nights were the ones our minds and hearts orchestrated for us
painful tears, broken hearts, past mistakes, childhood fears, nervous laughter intertwined with smiles
i miss the way we shared our thoughts, beliefs, feelings, fears, dreams, nightmares, pasts, and hopes with eachother.
so much in common
too little time
i miss him
i miss our midnight drives