rearview like I left you that night last spring-
twisted in your sheets, heart breaking, a ring
without a hand to hold its diamond high-
lead me down the same road, the same old sky.
But now my car is empty and I sing
our love song in silence, my lips that cling
to the last taste of you and our last sigh.
The suitcase skyline holds me here although
I try to pack your smell under my bras
and travel size shampoo. But I can't drive
away, can't seem to drive your scent below.
The wheel circles round all of my faux pas.
Without you here all I can do is drive.
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Driving is a form of freedom, even when it means escaping from something.
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wow! very cool! love the imagery! very well done!
ReplyDeletei love your poems and writings that are about missing someone who was there once. i can't help but say it all the time, so very beautiful
ReplyDeleteVery well written. Absolutely beautiful.
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"I try to pack your smell" .....lovEd that!
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Driving sets me free.
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Em! Your writing gives me shivers. You should have millions of people reading your work because it is just magical. I love that we, as humans, can still feel love and longing even when somebody is gone. It just proves how strong emotions are.
ReplyDeleteYour comparison to driving is perfect. I know the feeling. For me I can be drown in floods of tears, I get in my car and my mind drifts from the current into the world around me.
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i love driving, i can't remember what i did the days i couldn't drive when i wanted/needed to get away. it just gives me such a sense of freedom x
ReplyDeleteohh this is so beautiful.
ReplyDelete"Without you here all I can do is drive."
ReplyDeleteLove this.
I can't drive, i wish I wasn't so irrationally terrified by it, but that feeling of moving, the need for moving, i totally get that x
ReplyDelete"my lips that cling to the last taste of you…" this reminds me of the last morning spent with my now ex-boyfriend. he was packing up his car to move far away and when we kissed goodbye, i just had this weird feeling that it was our last kiss. i kissed him extra hard, and i'm glad i did because it turns out that it was, in fact, the very last one. i like this sonnet very much.
ReplyDeleteEmma i think this is my favourite of what poetry you have shared on here! It has such an alive rhythm to it, poetry with a heart beat xxx
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