drive, darling - rhea kotrashetti


althea allen


i never really

truly

understood your obsession

with speed

but i always heard you think

“how could these days go by so fast?’’


no rearview could picture what we left behind.


on days when i forget to look at the sky,

i drive past our favorite places in a car with an almost empty fuel tank.

you see,

i ought to remind myself to stop searching

for sunshine and morning breeze

in places where our love went to die.


i roll the window down

and let the wind take care of the rest

or whatever is left of it;

our fingers would dangle

outside the window with smoke escaping through the ash

like your fingers spiraled through my hair

as your words slipped on my lips


there are no songs playing

no words, no sounds

i let the tapes mix up the years

and press repeat

rewind

repeat


when you left, did you leave with the forward i so explicitly mentioned to you?


‘the aforementioned discrepancies must be tossed outside on the account of vile desire and

irrational vulnerability’ you said

when i asked you if our

nonchalant

tacit

veiled

glances meant something --

the aforementioned discrepancies must be tossed outside on the account of fear


fear makes you do a lot of things

fear made you do a lot of things

make a pit stop & leave with an abandoned car


did your eyes lose their spark where our love went to die?

my hands are still parked in the placidness of your touch,

it’s all i have ever known.


so i eulogize you, immortalize you:


drive, darling.


- rhea kotrashetti


althea allen

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