I wonder when I'll hear the news,
how long it will take before we reach the inevitable
our car, the one you took back home when you left me,
wrapped around a telephone pole;
your confidence behind the wheel never wavered
not after countless drinks
not with a phone in your hand
not while you yelled at me seated next to you, eyes off the road.
I used to wonder when I would face a new kind of mourning,
but these days, all I worry for is the day the car payment comes around,
the day I'll be stuck with it,
& that happens more often than not regardless.
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Wow, incredibly heavy but well-written. The stress in this poem is heavy and real. Well done!
The way you paint that feeling, it's just raw and real.
Brilliant writing ♦️✍️🏆♦️
Komal said it best. Well done. I thoroughly enjoyed your poem
Wow, this hits hard! It really captures that dark, lingering feeling after everything falls apart. The shift from raw emotion to the mundane is clever and makes the weight of it all even more real. Great job! ✨
Powerful!