17 October 2009

The Passenger


The Passenger


Driving at night
down a country lane
no moon, no stars, clouds
darkness,
mile after mile after mile
only my thoughts
and the radio for company.

Suddenly I feel your presence
          Next to me,
As real as the rain
the road, the wind.
I turn to see your smile,
the light in your eyes
And am alone again
With thoughts of you.