Somewhere North of Pittsburgh

Coffee yes, for our drive ahead make it black
and ask them some idea where we are.
I need a quick smoke but will be right back
then will wait for you here in the car.

Last thing I want’s for me to be slowing you down.
It’s like last year when you were asleep —
You’re not lost even when you’re no longer around;
time you’ve given me will always keep.

Actuaries and doctors, they’ll tell you how long;
you get to tell them how much.
Tonight it’s enough to be part of your song,
come morning the one you’ll still touch.


by David,
with generous heaps of help from Sara


background notes — heptahedral

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