York, PennsylvaniaI drove into your town today.
When the tires of my car rolled over
the invisible line that marked the pavement
as part of your city, I didn't budge.
My fingers didn't grip the steering wheel
any harder, knuckles white.
I was still breathing at a steady pace, not
those staggered inhales I used to know.
The radio didn't go haywire, spitting
static out of the speakers.
My thoughts didn't start racing around
in circles, remembering what you did
and wondering why you did it.
I just kept driving.
And then I was out.
I drove beyond your town today.
Poetry by Katherinee x
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Written on 2015-05-17 at 05:12
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