Laying by an
open window,
In a strange
town’s motel bed,
I take in highway
sounds and smells,
And relive the
farewells said.
There’s splashing
noises in the pool,
A man
screams “Quiet” from 102
Car doors
slam when folks check in…
And all I
hear is an absent you.
It seems to
me the open road,
Spreads my
thoughts across bare pavement.
My heart’s
run over time after time;
That war
between dreams and attainment.
Laying by a darkened window,
In a strange
town’s motel bed…
I’ve blocked
out all your memories,
And miss my
dogs instead.
