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rushing home
i had no desire to stop
the light turned yellow
the choice dismissed

5 o'clock rush hour
is a forever hour
lost irretrievable

easily my mind wonders
to another time
rushing forward
coming into view
written silently
on pieces of paper
too small to read
falling softly like snow

i'm here, right here
i never left
i tried to stay
i thought we'd have so much

it was an ailment
without cure
living in the city
brings it all back

no longer available
not written in the
midnight sky
a certainty of time
now beckons

the light changes
distraction occurs
my foot moves the car forward
without hesitation
another thought takes place