by someone honest
The air is cool; the engine starts up, missing the dogs’ one at a time, two at a time, three at a time. The seat besides me is empty. I drive down the stony road… and then on to another
The main road, old and tired it carries me… many people have seen it last, many people have just driven past.
Faces old, young and poor alike, life in its own right.
They each have a story, burden and regrets
Each face has a loved one, each face has a place
Alone I drive, beyond time, beyond me… we hang
I hang
Distance on the old road, becomes nothing but a drive