I stop for an instant to look here— a thought of you emerges— the happiness in your face— your eyes and lips joining hands and embracing the special moments that were ours… and will always be
driving a work day like a weather’d mural be— to and fro knowing every pothole every utility pole streaking past eyes’ corners— subconscious steering every curve braking every intersection— ‘tis better only as a passenger that marvels lost to attentiveness can be cherish’d and gift’d to memory