My eyes keep getting misty this winter.
So much quiet cold at night
just to wait for you in the morning.
I am weak
of the unstable kind.
My wheels are used up
but I like the way
you handle speed
on those secondary roads.
Please, regulate the mirrors
and you´ll get a better view
at the sides.
I´ve always been with you.
I never failed you,
not even once,
in spite of that personal way
to drive in the city.
I understand your fear
because you use
brakes and throtle
in its pace.
I´ve learnt to accept
you prefer me
to have a smoke…
I know you can clean up
the morning frost
and your coffee smells
of loneliness.
I like your sensitivity to light,
you can feel its joy.
I can see it too.
Being with someone you love for a long time make you understand every bit of him... as if he drives you like a car that you can anticipate his every moves, you become one... you the car and him your driver! A smart expression of love and passion, a 10.
A very compelling write. A bit sad, but the gifted poet is always willing to give himself away in words. Take care, Luis. Kind wishes, Sandra
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Sadly, for most people-the more cars they have, the better. Learn to cherish the one and the only, that's the way we shall be.... I think. Nevertheless, bravo and 10 from me as well.