Red Truck

story in poetry style

This is a memory of you

One perhaps you don’t recall

In the end one that can’t be forgotten

Not that there is a desire for it to dissipate

 

Sitting there in the red truck

Listening to those songs

Relating to two songs more than others

Lyrics striking hard to the soul

            Of broken children

            Stolen innocent beings

            Writer soul creators

 

Agreeing on the same words

Unknowing that prior

Those words had meant the most

To the essence before a first meeting

            A first listen

 

In a red truck

Front seat

Agreeing on lyrical wise-ness

Relating to the other

Grasping the knowledge

            ‘same’

            ‘similar’

            ‘mirror reflection’

 

With some resistance

Comprehension of ‘love is this’

Acceptance of ‘this is love’

Fond smiles telling secrets

            ‘finally someone understands’

Author's Note

Cp. 7:50PM Tue 12/04/07 FlyLeaf Not fully telling the story, trying to get it our (Typed)