Every night before I sleep
I travel back in time,
Relive the days spent by your side
And erase them one by one
Filling in a new story
Less haunting
In its place.
That first phone call
Diverted
So I don’t lose myself
In your mellow voice
And late night lullabies;
Your offer for that first ride home
Refused,
I’d rather take the cab
Lest I should miss your shoulder
On long drives;
I blot out the way your one hand
Glided over the steering wheel
While the other held mine in secrecy,
Filling in instead dreary rides
Under lusterless skies,
And keep hidden behind the dark clouds
Sun rays and larks and smiles;
I paint the passing fields brown
Over the luscious greens
And scrawl over the chatter
Till all is but white noise
I go over each halcyon day
Undoing the treasured past
And return a weary traveller
With less memories to forget.
