Delia (novembershivers) wrote, @ 2012-04-08 22:32:00

I spend my days in cool air.
With windows rolled down.
Hot air fuming from the engine.
Summer for a drive.

I've been missing it, lately.
Temptation surrounds.
I try to resist, the urge grows.
Knowing what lies in wait for me, I sustain my silent vow.
Although this is like a repeat, I hope for a clearer resolutionary end.
Fearing the unknown, I hope for the best.
I'm prepared for the worst.
Prepared for the boy to ignore me.
Hoping we continue this triste.
Hoping he wants to.
Hoping I do.

Wanting to explore new horizons, I'm hesitant to choose a vehicle.
Could he be my vehicle to new things without worry?
I often wonder where this non-path will lead.
Wonder into Worry.
Worry into Wander.

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