| HAUNTING ME Dull and gray morning- Looking out the window of an old, beat up truck. Watching the white lines go by. Time seems to slow and I wonder. The mountains look blue, are they? The road stretches for miles and miles. Fast or slow- it's all the same. A darker grey mixes with the white and yellow. Cloudy and dull. Small cafe in a nowhere town- booth for 4, but only prescence for 1. Staring out the window, stirring a cup of coffee. Cars pass and people come and go. Anonymity is best when finding peace. Sunglasses keep back the tears that blind me. My eyes never adjust to the dullness that used to be full of sunlight. Sunrise awoke well over two full clock turns. Minutes, seconds and hours- they slow. Nonchalant of the clock to my right. Window on the left, I still gaze. Thin, but comforting jacket shields me from the cold. Ground beneath me is not white, but cold just the same. Winds gently blows against my back. Kissig my cheek. Climbing into the seat, I remember his touch. The way he carressed me as that of the wind. Giving a sigh, shutting the door and staring at the blue mountains. Such gray a day should never know what heartache it soulfully holds. The day wears on. Lane by lane, hiway by hiway. Every stop I take seems to force me to remember his name. My patience wears thin with lack of frustration, as I choke the word in my throat. Copyright 2000. Not for redistribution or reproduction. All rights reserved. |