A metal throat sings
goodbye songs collected
on its vocal chords into
midnight fog and tears.
Feeling pours notes into her brain through
the funnel of a gravel voiced rocker.
Cocooned in a rubber wheeled ghost
a broken heart slips through night undetected,
anonymous, burdened, singing a duet with pain.
Not knowing how many miles
it will take to put enough pavement
between he said and forgiven
she lets agony devour numb.
©Susie Clevenger 2015
This piece was inspired by a line from David Huerta's poem Aural:
"The car anointed with music slips into the night."