The sun falling asleep over the mountains
The long, dirt road stretching endlessly before us
The quiet clock warning me of curfew
Your foot eagerly tapping the gas
Your screams echo in my soul
The sharp turn
The unknowing driver
The knowing moon waking as we fall
My hand so cold
My heart left behind on the side road
My mind wishing to forget
YOU ARE READING
An Evening
PoetryIn our writing club, we were told to write a poem with the title, An Evening.
