I Miss

I miss
The intensity
Of my feelings
As I drive
And am driven
Up The Five
My gas tank
Heading lower
My emotional tank
Empty

Knowing
I’ll never
As I walk longer
On Pangea
Have the pleasure
Those endorphins lend
And inspire to worldly
Gratifications

The empty tank
The one money won’t replenish
Sits idling
Slowly shriveling
Fueled occasionally
By blame
Fantasies relived
Memories revisited
And increasing fingers
Of brown elixir