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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