Guess I Needed to Vent

Chasing Cars

Just an hour ago, you left my driveway

and I can still feel your

sharp right turn

it feels perpendicular to apology

parallel to too many words left on

waiting tongues

your speed overwhelms like February

because something always happened in

February, and when you

vanish, your presence is

red taillights and unsung whispers
old photographs and
hand against skin,

my heartbeat unsteady

reminding me of August

one too many summers

found me ready to leave

and now absent

my heart thaws

like winter

[End Poem]

......(there's nothing else I can say)

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet