We speak into this silence, until it’s over

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He stares out through the windshield

One hand on steering wheel

The hand guiding more than mind

As mind is fixed on more than now

The dog at his right bobs his head up and down

He drives on

Through the crowds

No one knows

They hear him though

He looks back through the rearview mirror

Eyes locked behind or, in front of me now

We speak into this silence

Until it’s over, it will soon be over?

He drives away

So much for faith

Just another day

Lost in fate

 

I am grateful for foggy mornings ❤

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