Liam Power

#56 The Quiet Drive

The radio's singing.

I'm driving silently at night

through memories thinking

 

could I do it again?

The longing, the pain

of waiting and waiting 

for a meeting in vain.

 

The faintest image of her

sits in the passenger seat.

I hold her hand.

Comments3

  • Bragee

    Few words...powerful punch!
    Love this

  • Goldfinch60

    Fine emotive words Liam.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    really like the tone, stylistic - in its stripped-down delivery, yet still paints the mood and feel acutely
    great read



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