Alone,
driving down the city-streets
late into the night
awash with milky, foaming
light,
senses he a mellifluos music
joyous cracks and laughter
from his empty left side seat,
further left the rocking sea
lashing wings of waves
against the rocky shores
and withdraw
again to come back
with double the force
and recalls he
her fathomless love and beauty,
then with pain and sorrow,
hits he his head
on the steering wheel,
in utter despair and agony
the vacuum he feels
that much deep.
Says he, whispers he
wherever she is
this emptiness
this left-side seat will
exclusively be there for her
'like this, dear'
perhaps in the vast blue starry expanse
up above
with mischievous glints
of smile,
watching you might be
and showering tear-drops
\from
up above.
Jumping signals
red, green, yellow,
let me speed along
with no destination
in mind.....
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