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head over heels

By Jeffrey SparksPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
Photo by Harley-Davidson on Unsplash

You start to wake,

turn towards me, voice cracked after sleeping in the passenger seat,

you say, “Are we there yet?”

I don’t know how much longer I can wait.

I’m not sure, we’re ever gonna make it.”

And I think to myself —

G-d I hope your right. Still, I feel guilty inside

because I don’t even want the destination.

I would rather stay

head over heels for this drive.

Thank you for taking the time to read “Drive”. I originally posted this poem to my account of Medium. Feel free to check out additional stories I have there or I would love to hear your feedback from poems I have posted here on Vocal.

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Jeffrey Sparks

Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.

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