Don't drive away
without taking a look back;
see the empty highway,
yellow lines painted on black.
As you drive, look behind;
with one hand on the door,
watch my teeth grind.
Look upon an overpass,
forget the thoughts that never rule;
forget the thoughts that never last.
What an inner dual,
don't drive away
without taking a look back;
see the empty highway,
see what's left to lack.
DannYetman
http://www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/
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