Day 135: The Light That Never Goes Out
- ZJC
- Mar 3, 2020
- 1 min read
The road winds along the mountain path
Early winter snow trickles down
Trees empty of leaves that died long ago
The Beatles are turned down
Whispering through a car headed south
A cold seat and no one to sing for
I thumb the third finger down
Twirling phantom metal
That never existed
Saying no
Searching for the mountain top
Not knowing I would have to come down
The good life, some would argue
Was in your hands
Holding me every night
On the mountain road, the wind carries
The car stuffed with all I need
For the next town to give me all the answers
Wishing you were here
Singing along
Pointing out all the trees that never got a chance to grow
Sometimes I feel that world still exists
Somewhere, living right beside us
Carrying on as if I never carried on
As I take another turn, I hold out my hand
To the empty passenger side
Where I hope you’ll reach out
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