motorcycle driveby (or goodbye you)

sun glints through my eyelashes
the colors refract
a song swells familiarly
the road lies ahead

jenkins croons
just as at sixteen
so alone
so alive

one foot in front of the next
no longer on a calle
or an avenida
but the streets and avenues

still alone
still alive
the burning and the thinking of you

you've slipped into the passing waves and swells
on a motorcycle driveby

he's not thinking of you again
and so
neither will i
think of you again


MattCario said...

Did I just witness poetic inspiration by Third Eye Blind?

alaina said...

also known as the band that put my adolescent angst into guitar riffs.