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I'm out on the road, streets clouded in dark, there's a
cyclone wreaking havoc on the sidewalk - couldn't it
stop, I'm just trying to get
home?
The taxi in front of me lingers low speed, I'm yelling
obscenities, forward thinking about how gently his eyes will
heal my soul - damn it,
don't slow down now, it's green not red, you're clearly just a
pathetic moron.
Overtaking her I fight the high speeds, cross the
lines on the road, finger the clutch like the king of the world,
and as I leave I watch the dust trail from
my
car.
And I continue on, finding the wrong side of the road go
on, watching small children run at the
excitement of a storm.
Fourth gear returns my control and now I'm dropping low,
feeling the wheel slip beneath my fingers as I return back,
hold back, remain within the lines told not to
cross. I'm hanging there without any trouble, finding
moments disappear into co-ordinates, watching light disappear
from the street lights - birds are
calling,
can't you hear them through the window?
Well past four, I make a sneaky call to the man I always come
home to with my whole heart, and with my steady hands I turn and
twist round and
round before finally falling into
position in my spot.
And there he stands with his waving hand and I kiss his beautiful
lips with my shabby all. - I'm here now, I love you so much.
"All you ever have to do is call."
- Charlotte Griffiths
Published by Charlotte E.E. Griffiths
6 years ago 
