Chasing Tail Lights Poem by Jeremy Willson

All the calm night cigarettes
Listening to soft acoustic cassettes
Looking off into the distance
Chasing tail lights as they pass, trapped in their trance
Alluring reds and yellows mixing into lines and curves
Straight then left as it suddenly begins the turns
Smoke gets into my eyes and I begin to cry
Not from the stinging sensation that would be a lie
I had secretly hoped and wished that I could be a light
Moving down streets, following twists until it's out of sight
Making love to the night as it's glow caresses the darkness
Gently it's warmth gains power over the absence
It radiates the colors of dawn
Until I too am like the tail lights, gone.