This is so much more difficult to do
than I thought it would be.
But then again,
I never thought, did I?
I just ‘did’.
All these blotted tail-lights,
all these red, watering eyes,
each one a person (dead and) gone.
Sometimes you’re dead to me
and other times you are so alive I have to clench
for fear I’d loose it all. Blurt it out.
This is something that needs thought,
but I’m in no condition to.
You’re nothing that will easily lie down.