No crying,
while you're driving,
in the rain.
I convince myself to
keep my calm.
But, the tears are coming
and I can't see
the signs, of right or wrong.
The lights turn red;
The lights turn green.
I stop, or go,
somewhere between
the start or end,
point A; point B.
No GPS could locate me
I'm in my head,
somewhere,
I guess.
I'm in this lane
and someone's
passed.
I'm crying,
while I'm driving,
in the rain.
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Wonderful journey you traveled with your heart here through the penning of this hearfelt poetry..thanks for sharing it..
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