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?
