Late Night Drive

I half expected to see you waiting,
time undone, the body mistaken.
I drove away in the late hours
just to see if I could find you.
I thought I heard your name
folding over in the grey stone.
It was no voice but my own,
and the silence of your lips.
If I could just drive
far enough to find you,
the sun might meet us both
in the place we would cross.
It would be day again:
the whole world below us
like a dream we both shared
to make each other laugh.
I would draw you near,
but I could never draw
you near enough to fill
that distance between my heart
and the pedal pressed
so far against the floor
as to disappear, driving
on a moonlit highway–
roads stretching on forever.

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