He is driving along and
He isn't concentrating like he usually does
He is hurting
He reaches up
Not to wipe the tears
But to wipe the condensation from the window because
If he can't see then maybe he'll crash
He doesn't want that
He doesn't.
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Results of a Restless Mind
PoetryA book of poems created by a sleepless mind and an open heart "I'm sorry that my heartbeat is louder than my thoughts." Completed 11/8/20
