Theresa Bailey Delashmit
Rearview Mirror Image
An image in my rearview mirror..., and image in my past,
I see you..., standing there..., that dream, is fading fast.
The clouds of dust..., lingering, are captured by the wind.
Tossed and turned.., then released, thrown to the ground again.
The trees slowly bow over.., waving their fragile limbs goodbye.
The storm is catching up with me.., tears from heaven.., one last cry.
Faster..faster.., I have to go.., clear skies are up ahead.
Sunbeams filter through the glass.., drying tear