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Sunday Night

The drive is long and dark

We don't speak

We rarely do

My heart dwells on nothing but the past

The future is too far away

It stares out the window

It watches the cars go by

The other souls talk and laugh

Perhaps they are going to a place they both call

home

Such a place is what my heart longs for

A kiss on her cheek to let her know that we are

home

This is heaven I think


My heart turns from the window

My body beside it, empty

This shell that walks and talks like everything

is well

My mind thinks of all that needs to be done

My body awaits its command


My heart sits alone


"Friday"

A word of encouragement offered by my mind

"Eternity"

My heart replies


My mind turns back to the road

My heart turns back to the window

We both ride in silence

Aching

Alone.


- Zach Toelke


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