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.
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Author:
Liam Power (
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Comments3
Few words...powerful punch!
Love this
Fine emotive words Liam.
Andy
really like the tone, stylistic - in its stripped-down delivery, yet still paints the mood and feel acutely
great read
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