Driving Me Home

Driving Me Home

By Allie Marie

 

You’re driving me home.

Your face is

as white as marble.

I don’t suppose

your lips will come undone.

And, I don’t know

what I’ve brought upon you.

You stay still.

I exit to the moonlight.

I don’t suppose

you are going home.

You drive into the dawn.

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