My Past

Life on the road, sounded like a dream
The escape I needed.
Life swallowed me up and spit me out, but I kept driving
Even when the residue from deep ruts in life’s road stayed with me,
Staining my skin like an invisible birth mark
I kept driving
Scars covered my heart
A road map of misery I carried there
Her laugh scalds me, haunts me, beckons me,
She’s always there.
Waiting. Watching.
Humming her melody in the wind rushing in the windows,
Caressing my face,
Just waiting for me to turn around,
Waiting for me to look back.
But I kept driving.

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