Six Years -revised-Six Years -revised-11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Six years ago, I sat in the spot my brother sits now. Driving my first car, making the long trip from our secluded country home and into town to run errands for my mother. It feels much longer than six simple years.
Absently, I watch as we enter onto the freeway, memories suddenly flooding my mind as we pull behind a little black truck, the word "Nissan" painted on the tail gate in white letters. Another moment and I find myself holding my breath in an odd kind of anticipation as my brother guides his little red car into the fast lane. Quickly, I cast a glance through the window and across the breach to the driver of that black pickup. His face is unfamiliar. The faces within those little black trucks always are. And yet, no matter what the face, they always have the same effect on me.
It was six years ago. I was a head-strong teenager working at the local pet shop. He was a college student, a new hire who was always complaining about how little our job paid. I was sixteen, he was twen
I Want To Fall In Love...They turn up the heat on the trains at nightI Want To Fall In Love...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or in the winter
this is Alberta)
because the tubes are always dark and lonely.
Best efforts aside,
the tweed and steel seats are never comfortable
until you're too drunk to stand
or you've had rigourous training
in the art of sitting alone.
Together, of course,
is a different matter.