Finding some sort of outlet
This one I wrote whilst listening to Bonobo: Migration. The low repetitive hum of the right wheel rolling over the white lane lines, lulls me into a half sleep. Your face appears in front of me, etched into the night sky. I wonder where you are now, hours, days, weeks, months and still you haunt me. Always by my side, never letting me inhale a whole breath. A thorn in my side, an internal haemorrhage which won't clot. You drain everything from me The car speeds down the motorway, the strips of light rolling off it's smooth metallic body beam by beam. My lips still feel swollen from the kiss we never had My skin aches for your touch it never felt Do you think of me? Do you remember me like I remember you? Or am I just a face in a crowd and a name in a group?
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