we still find all that we leave behind
Wednesday, December 3, 2003
rain on me
her words transport me to a time
when the bane of my existence
lay in a solitary stretch of road
my speedometer spelling illegal numbers
tears on my face
rain on the road
as i wrapped tightly
in my jacket and smiled
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