Backseat

 Backseat


Days were short

Nights were cold

Hours of silence
All alone

On that road


You sat passenger

But you weren’t there

From what I told you

You were scared


Body lifeless, eyes glued

To the floor beneath you

Hard concrete

Below my feet

You quit talking

I sensed defeat


A drive too long

I wrote a song

I never showed you

The words were wrong


December is cold

January much colder

Because Holidays have passed

And you’re alone more


Drive down Veterans

I see a light

Through a window

I think I might…

Drive

Further down

Turn up the volume

Follow The Sound


Backpack packed

Guitar in the back

Evenings at Iwen

Life back on track


Days are longer

Practicing songs more

Sunny nights

Sounds of a lawnmower


Thought too much

About Words I Used

Still think of it

When I hear that tune

Out of Tune

But nights with you

Made it so

I could finally move


I never said

Thanks for it

But you righted

My sinking ship.


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