Sometimes, a casualty too close.
We all know what becomes of a ghost…
We all know…they are know strangers here.
Here…when life hits you from the rear.
Is it that lack of motion?
The dead-end sound of emotion?
The ache cannot be touched by pen or paper.
Nor reached when we purposely seek.
A simple drive by and your name appeared…
There is no end to this fear.
In full throttle, with distance between the gears.
I cannot avoid what I did not want to hear.
I drove the other day…to see things from the other side.
I let your words…
The silence and pride…
Come along for the ride.
At a cross road…no place to hide.
At a cross road…no place to hide.
