Music infiltrating every pore of my skin,
The thought of you permeates my being.
Route numbers are decreasing,
Mile markers getting higher every minute.
The clock ticks softly
-never to be heard-
But shows the time, dimly
As the midnight hour passes,
The thoughts of the day flood back in.
Every air of anger, strife, jealousy, and bitterness
Is recalled, relived, refelt, relieved-
Then brushed away,
Simply to be forgotten.
The happiness, excitement, and childish nirvana
Fill the empty thoughts in my mind.
Again-it is all recalled, relived, and refelt-
But now it is placed in a chamber too deep to fill-
Filed neatly for recollection-
Whenever needed.
And as the rubber hits the familiar grooves in the driveway,
I love you more than before.
Now I'm ready to begin a new day.
6/27/2003
