i'm drawing a blank
love
i can't put the words
down on paper
with any particular type
of flair or cohesion
instead
i find myself
thinking about
the bursts of blurred lights
bouncing off
the wet windshield
and how the thought
of turning on the wipers
seemed cruel and undignified
and the possibility
of crashing was a chance
worth taking -
seems mad!
i know, but it just sums us up
so perfectly. eventually we gave in
and turned the wipers on...
and i have missed you
every day since.