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Traffic

Red.
My mind wanders,
Music infects my brain.
The screech of tires
And the hum of engines.
The noise of the world
becomes my playground.

Green.
I don’t notice,
Impatience takes over.
A symphony of horns urge me
To go on with my life.
And reality comes home.

Lines.
They fade together,
They fade with gray.
I think about the summer
When I was ten years old.
I threw a golf ball through the window
And blamed it on my best friend.

Yellow.
Hesitation–do I push it,
Or simply reign it in?
No man’s land.
I play it safe, with time to spare.
I find myself back at

Red.
At this rate,
I’ll never be home.

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Driving home

I step over cracks on the sidewalk,
walking briskly to my car.
The air is cooler, thinner,
refreshing for the soul.
I notice a puddle in the gravel,
full of yesterday’s mysteries.
Children are racing in the street
on bicycles that look as though
they were just bought today.

The jingle of my keys
swinging through my pockets,
a sound so often overlooked
stands out even more than the stain
of orange juice on my pants.
Yesterday I had no time
to fix the small mistakes.
This morning I had no time
to change anything about
who I am.

Today is going to be different,
I can feel it in the cool air.
I pull my keys out, and reach for the door.
I’m standing over the world
like an idle god, a frozen idol.
An ideal dream.
I stand alone in perfection,
if only in my mind.

The engine hums a familiar rhythm,
a song to send me away.
Clouds hide the sun from my eyes.
Left hand grabs the steering wheel
right hand on the gear shift.
I pause, realizing
the radio was playing a song–
a song that had some meaning
to a life lived long ago.

I think of you for a moment,
and though I sigh at first,
I grin as I remember
the fool I was before.
And I cannot hide my smile
when I think of the man
I will become–
stronger,
because I drove home.

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One more time

The trees were a blur
out the window I stared.
You wouldn’t flinch,
you never really cared.

The music was loud,
but it couldn’t drown
the tension of goodbyes.
Now I realize we’re bound

to forget this ever happened,
this day that came from hell.
Forget I ever happened,
forget I treat you well.

Remember how we loved
and how we danced?
Remember how we vowed?
Zombified romance.

I’ll never stop loving you,
though you will torture me.
I’ll never stop missing you,
though you will never see.

Remember how we loved
and how you smiled?
Remember how you told me
you wanted a child?

All these thoughts and feelings
die inside this car ride
from Manchester to Murfreesboro.
I wish that I could die.

But someday you will think back
on this moment and many more
that warmed your soul and
you’ll regret slamming this door.

My face will rain for weeks and weeks
until my skin dissolves.
My mind will try to gather so
my aching heart resolves.

One more time, I love you.
One more time, I care.
One more time, remember me
I will always be right there.

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