Driving
By Kenneth R. Cabrieto

            It's raining outside.
            The drops form puddles.
            The puddles will soon leave and be forgotten.
            What reflections are in those puddles?
            Are they memories?
            Pouring out in an instant,
            Also to be forgotten.

            I get into my car.
            '87 Celica.
            Silver yet sometimes blue.
            At a speed of 120MPH.
            Cutting through the air.
            The air and the rain.
            The rain, my tears.

            I remember you.
            You,
            Who can not be forgotten.
            I try so hard,
            But the tears,
            They won't dry.
            The memory,
            Won't die,
            So I keep driving.

            My speed is picking up now,
            I've hardly noticed.
            Tears blurring my eyes now,
            I've hardly noticed.
            The road coming to an end now,
            I've hardly noticed.
            So I keep driving.

            Barely made the turn.
            Another brush with death.
            Why does this always happen,
            When I try to forget you?
            How long can a wish go unrecognized?
            Why can't you leave me alone?
            Let me be.
            Just let me be.

            Bitch.

            You know what you're doing to me.
            You're in control of this drive.
            You always have to be in control.
            I know not where I'll end up tonight.
            You're in control,
            So just let me be,
            Or if you want,
            Just kill me,
            Or do you like torturing me?

            You must.

            You've been doing it since you left.
            Your pleasure though my pain.
            Always in the rain.
            You lead me on these drives.
            Almost kill me,
            Until you decide to let me live.
            It's never been a blessing.
            I know you're just waiting.
            Until the next rainy day.
            To torture me again,
            Just like you did today.

            -April 19th, 2000