Dreaming From the Backseat


Is that you,

watching me?

Just a hint of your eyes

caught me

for a second,

and held me

like I was a child again.

Must be a dream.

You never were

one for comforting

when I was hurt.

In a moment

you asked me

if I was going to be okay.

I think I am today.

Time passes,

but old pathways

still exist.

Overgrown and lonely,

but not lost to us.

It was down

one of these

that I found myself travelling.

Sitting in the backseat,

I caught your eyes

in the rear view

and you asked me,

“Are you gonna be okay?”



DJR – 2023

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