venezna

Reflected, and cutting to the steps of my distance I find, her shoes there, much to my resistance I look in my rear-view, the engine shutters A reflection of my anxiety, and in that visual past Found was her chain, the glare striking me fast Again and again, demolished in that distress As rain falls from my gaze, I'm granted delight In the realization, of a crimson sight From beyond the mirror, a flowing familiar A smell long since past, and sorrow grows dimmer Feeling the caress of that red wet dress, I've come to know not, the one I've put in it Her eyes I hide, to pretend that I know her Yet fear takes me, and I'll drive far