Driving at night. Going
We listened to skipping electro beats
and the rain pit-pattering.
I wasn’t driving.
Absent-mindedly fondling cd covers
Arcade Fire, Fionn Regan, Bjork.
Full, longing voices.
I felt so empty.
Gazing out the window
at the headlamps’ light
glittering off the slick, wet street,
I have no tears left from you.
Then, when the song ended,
we passed under a bridge
and for a second,
there was perfect silence
and I could see far and long into the night,
but all I could see was the night.
This is the worst pain ever. <b
Powerful and brooding, painting an image I recognize.
Great. As always. 🙂
i love this simple zen site you have now. very lovely. and you have such an easy, zen way with words too, talented one. 😉
Thanks Phoenix. Glad to hear from you. It’s been a while.
And that’s by no means your fault.
It is a little brooding. I was feeling a little shitty.
vesper! Glad you do. The other one wasn’t as striking and this one is in a very minimalistic way…..if that’s possible.
Thanks for the complement.
Yeah, it has been a while… I dunno, some times you just don’t feel like blogging, you know what I mean? But I don’t want to miss out on your excellent work. Keep it up, and take care. 🙂
I know exactly what you mean.
It slips for a while.
I like it. It’s something i can relate to.
captures the sadness and bleakness of the ride. I like that you were not driving – it heightens the vulnerability. The cat’s eye worked for me. “Full, longing voices. I felt so empty.” is haunting…
best to you
KMR – Glad it did so. 🙂
qazse – Thank you.