There is Not a DayA Poem by Glen ThompsonThere is not a day I do not think of cars. Cars as fast as lightning. There is not a day I do not think of the windows in the cars. Cars as fast as lightning, and windows as clear as water There is not a day I do not think of running away. Running away at the speed of light, in a car as fast as lightning, looking out windows as clear as water. There is not a day I do not think of the disappointment in your eyes. It was as clear as day, in a car as fast as lightning, with windows as clear as water, us running away at the speed of light. There is not a day I do not think of how great it could have been. As great as a storm, with clear as day disappointment in your eyes, in a car as fast as lightning, with windows as clear as water, us running away at the speed of light. There is not a day that I am not sad. As sad as a tree being cut down. © 2017 Glen Thompson |
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