45 and Streetlights

by Kate   May 17, 2020


It’s like a cruel therapy watching the streetlights pass by
Knowing that we’ve once driven this street in a car filled with laughter
And an unspoken promise that loomed between us all, not to be broken
We rolled 45 as I let my guard down and let the feelings flood in
I felt alive for the first time in my life, like I had something to look forward to
I was promised a lifetime friendship when I once felt so alone
But I’d never gone that fast and didn’t know what to do when we lost control
The streetlights began to blur as we came to an abrupt stop
And the faint shadows of you leaving us is all we can see
Between the mixture of the darkening skies, imminent clouds and tears

I still feel your presence on those back roads after all this time
And see your smile from the rear view mirror

45 and street lights haven’t felt the same

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