poetry

30 days of poems: day fourteen

I want a lot of things; it’s too bad that the person I want most to listen to my ideas, my plans, my desire, is no longer someone I’m entitled to call, text, email, whatever on a whim. 

December

By Michael Miller

I want to be a passenger
in your car again
and shut my eyes
while you sit at the wheel,

awake and assured
in your own private world,
seeing all the lines
on the road ahead,

down a long stretch
of empty highway
without any other
faces in sight.

I want to be a passenger
in your car again
and put my life back
in your hands.

 

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