Hints and Accidents


hints and accients 3

Sometimes, a casualty too close.

We all know what becomes of a ghost…

We all know…they are know strangers here.

Here…when life hits you from the rear.

Is it that lack of motion?

The dead-end sound of emotion?

The ache cannot be touched by pen or paper.

Nor reached when we purposely seek.

A simple drive by and your name appeared…

There is no end to this fear.

In full throttle, with distance between the gears.

I cannot avoid what I did not want to hear.

I drove the other day…to see things from the other side.

I let your words…

The silence and pride…

Come along for the ride.

At a cross road…no place to hide.

At a cross road…no place to hide.

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