Driving towards the tired sun

listening to a wailing radio

on a station faraway

my heart felt each crushed rock

beating against the floorboard.

Each power line, a reminder

of flicking off lights

beside your pictures

kissing you goodnight.

Death takes time to consume

forgiveness longer

as my heart searches for

words to define

faraway places left behind

never absent within mind.

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