This poem debuted a month ago on Youtube.
rain on my windshield
a road slick with memories
billboards pass silently
reminding me of the unspoken words
that have me seeing red
‘til they became traffic signals
in the intersection of a romance
on the corner of what could have been
and what was never meant to be
oh my
insistent wipers keep saying no
as the rain on my windshield
evaporate, like drops of your love
I will always treasure your beautiful support. Thank you.
The Lonely Author 