Looking at a photo of you, girl.
Your hands steady and gentle on the steering wheel
Your eye set and shining, watching the road, radiating joy
Thin lips held tight in, because you’re about to burst into a massive smile…
that could light a cave…
that could change everything…
Picture taken by boy number 10.
Date: over two months ago.
You had no idea what was coming.
There is no sign
In the skin under your eyes,
In the lines on your cheeks.
(Call me self-indulgent, for writing a poem about me…)
I like the bliss in this photo
He probably was starting to realise you weren’t right
You thought you’d found peace
And that day was radiant for you.
I know what you were thinking, when you realised you were driving out of town:
All those desperate dreams
Were coming true, on that road.
Well, he was just a lucky witness to your rising.
And you could have taken that road without him,
I think in time you will.
It was wholesome, beautiful, to have someone along for the ride, but
now I think you know
Driving solo hurts a lot less
Than driving with an empty passenger seat.
And you know what I mean,
You’ve driven blinded by tears and you know what I mean,
Sickly pungent the Citi Golf air was
You know what I mean.
Sit upright, on your Batman pillow in the car seat made for tall men.
Things will be alright,
Desolation dries up too, you know
(it’s just like a blood stain).