Highway 38

it’s quite late

yellow lines on pavement black

keep me on track

as my heart continues on

towards you.

Tears I do not want drop

onto the seat of this old Dodge

while listening to

“Anyone who had a heart”

knowing years

can no longer replace

you.

Everything is so dark, so lonely

on this highway

listening to mufflers belch

gasp for clean air too.

I don’t know when to stop

driving myself crazy

as your smile appears in the rear view

reminding me why

I still am in love with

you.