The road home from Glasgow airport
Tyres in front crying on my windscreen
Combine with the pain from the dark clouds
That blanket the horizon
Make a misty view.
Hard to see
The wipers cannae keep up.
A difficult road to drive
Many lanes to cross
Many emotions to deal with.
Getting closer to home.
Less tyre spray
Clouds breaking up.
I'll see him again.
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getting closer to home, good writing, thanks.