Highway: A Poem

I never got the chance
To witness how your hands
Fold over the steering wheel,
And the degree your head tilts
As you drive.
I never experienced
What it was like to press 70
On the summer highway
With you.

I visualize your eyes
Replicating in color of blurring landscapes –
The pale blue of distant mountains,
The gold of the evening,
The green of the present.

I once hoped
For trips in unison,
But now I’d rather spot you
In the rearview.

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