Love, After

[wasellajam]

Love, After (edit 1, the Pen)

Very tight-knit, perfect balance. It's a shame that you had to sacrifice "sinking into music I didn't choose", though.
The sly bit is that it leaves open whether it's a new phase of the same relationship, or a new lover.

ha, bingo. S3 will probably get another edit, thanks for your comment.

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Love, After (edit 1, the Pen)

Thirty years of clutching
the wheel through blizzards
and black ice skids.

Twenty years of habitual
designated driving,
hand over glass.

Ten years now of you
offering up the passenger seat,
I watch the hills roll.

Love, After

Thirty years of clutching
the wheel through blizzards
and black ice skids.

Twenty years of habitual
designated driving,
hand over glass.

Today, yesterday, tomorrow
I automatically aim
for the passenger door,
sink into music I haven’t chosen
and read.

Congratulations, you're being subject to my first critique.

That said I really do like this poem. I don't completely understand the meaning of it but the entire thing kind of evokes the feeling of driving through a foresty canyon at night in a blizzard, which is a seriously cool image. 

Good stuff, and I really like the newer version over previous

Thanks for reading, rmbassy, and for letting me know the edit is your preference.