a sonnet for the road

These streets that twist and turn in front of myrearview like I left you that night last spring-twisted in your sheets, heart breaking, a ringwithout 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 singour love song in silence, my lips that clingto the last taste of you and our last sigh.The suitcase skyline holds me here althoughI try to pack your smell under my brasand travel size shampoo. But I can't driveaway, 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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