Furies' Wings Poem by Annie Cordelia Adams

you're like the summer wind in the meadows
cause it's perfect; especially when the rest of the world is cold
i tap my feet to the beat of your heart
but i can still hear it even as we drift apart

this room i'm in is for the lonely
i wish i could tell you only;
i like the way you comb your hair
i like the way your smile is barely there

and i speak out loud
to the dark all around
then you seep into the light
i'm wishing i was wherever you are
because you ride on furies' wings
and i drive a car

i don't have to tell you
what i'd tell you if you were here
it's like a mystery and the last page is torn
but i've been waiting for you since the day i was born

and these brown gloves that sit
on the table beside me
have barely been worn
i've been to afraid to venture into the cold
now i know what i've been waiting for

and i speak out loud
to the dark all around
then you seep into the light
i'm wishing i was wherever you are
because you ride on furies' wings
and i drive a car