Day light is leaving us
and headlights already begin to appear
scattered on the highway
Waving my hand from the vehicle
I greet a girl
who offers me a sweet smile
The car navigates lightly
Gradually
I put my thoughts
on reverse...
...And like a bird
after a flood
I desperately look
for the pieces of my nest
in order to rebuilt it
I feign speaking to someone better
Shall I receive forgiveness
or do I forgive myself?
Perhaps love is that miracle of each day
that goes unnoticed
