A Roadside Memorial

Three miles down the road
where you died so long ago
I whisper all my secrets
to your soul on a telephone pole.

Could not stay in between
the white lines, driving
seventy blown out your mind,
never to see seventeen.

I loved you as much as
my teenage self could.
I seen your darkness
it is of many colors

and I seen your light
there is but one.
On that night we first met
in your dad's stolen car

we did not get very far
and I could tell
you would never stop running
away. We argued on the phone

you wanted to control me
and I never really left
your side by this cross
on the side of the road.




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