My Last Ride

If you hear my exhaust
screaming down the highway
just know

my helmet is catching tears
no pillow will ever know

my engine is feeling pain
I could never tell you about

my gloves are holding me closer
than I'll ever let anyone get again

and if this is my last ride
just know

I loved you until my last breath.

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

Region, Country: USA - Georgia, USA

Favorite Poets: Lord Alfred Tennyson, Robert Frost, Allen Ginsberg, Walt Whitman , Misha Collins, John Donne

11 months 1 week ago

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11 months 1 week ago

A bitter sweet read. Enjoyable though. Hope it's not the last ride and hope your voice to reach.
Thank you for sharing.

11 months 1 week ago

very much, Rula. This isn't my last, but sometimes... sometimes I wish it could be.