Drive

Last night I dreamt of you,
We were holding hands while driving I'm not sure where too.
You laughed as I singed one of our songs,
And you would lay your head gently on my shoulder as if nothing could go wrong.
We talked for hours about nothing and who loved who more,
Then you would throw a fit when I would win I seriously thought you were gonna throw me out the door. But I drove and you stayed with me in that metal box,
Then suddenly you asked me to pull over and said this is my stop.
Confused I asked why are you leaving now we were having such a good time,
You said you longed for something more and our car wasn't driving that side.
You smiled and kissed me and said I'd be okay,
Teary eyed I asked you to please stay.
You said that couldn't be,
You wanted to be free,
And being in this car was just driving you insane.
You walked away and got in another car not long after,
And I stayed there parked asking what went wrong what created such a disaster.
So I got off and I checked the car and started to see the dents,
This car wasn'tas perfect as we both liked to pretend.
But its all I had and I felt ashamed,
So I decided to fix it instead.
I finally got off and started to push fixing it piece by piece,
Its gonna take time but when its threw it'll bring me much piece,
So as I work I play a new life song,
Fixing up my metal car before the next person gets on.
I still thinking of you and how much it hurt to have this dent pressed on your skin and soul,
So all i can do is pray that your new car will take you down the road your looking for.
My car is at the shop but it'll be ready to pick someone up soon,
And drive to someplace I'm still not sure where too.
-S. Gonzalez

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