nights in the rearview mirror

crashing into glass

a sudden halt

throws us forward and then back,

we can’t talk about it

but i retrace our path,

tire marks on an empty road

it’s a story told in the past

drive in reverse

til you get to the start,

now can we tell where this ends

and we part?

©tcos

this poem uses half my brain to understand and i’m the one who wrote it. fancy much?

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