NEON LIGHTS

Pulling up to the stop light.

The '79 Camaro growling on idle.

Headlights are glaring in the rear view

Cold air drifting in from a cracked window.

Like your memories plaguing my mind.

Hand on the cold shifter were it once rested interwoven with yours.

In the ripped leather passenger seat a puppy now sleeps.

Stop light is glowing amber warm.

My mind plays back to the summer of '09

When your smile, that laugh was all I needed to get by

But the dog tags around my neck choked out any promise

Of you staying, and these days that helps me to get by.

A steady green light reflecting off the dash.

The idle growl grows into a bark.

Turning down Western Blvd, I find myself mesmerized...

Why then, am I throwing glances in the rear view?

Why am I driving in this bitter cold,

Under these neon lights hoping find you