I Thought About You Today

Four hours,
driving
all that time
I spoke to you.

How is it you hear me?
How is it that you understand me?
How is it that you reach me?

Always questions,
never answers.
Distractions abound in my life.
Is this a sign, or simply weakness?

Questions.

I thought about you today,
on that long drive.
As I drink myself into this state,
I think of you.

There is something,
something.
I feel it.
I need it.
Please don't be scared.

Introspection is my curse,
I doubt,
I question,
I retreat.

I feel.

I thought about you today,
I spoke to you for hours,
and you said not a word.
But then, you were miles away,
along that empty stretch
of reconciliation called highway.

Hot yet cold,
warm in every word
cutting words, they question me.
I answer,
only truth,
because you see me inside
are you whom I seek?

Questions.

© Dave Lawson, 2000

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