Picking you up to go driving
I’d get there early to watch you get ready
both seventeen and tangled
in that unspoken thing between us
Cruising the looping country lanes
in those dim headlight beams
That was our place, alone together at last
Two teenagers, eyeing each other sideways
and wondering who each of us would be
would you always stay right there
would you always be
in the car with me
Another mile, another mile
in those endless times…
Thrumming rain upon the roof
your fingers knitted in the glovebox light
always asking me so many questions
our laughter lingering and playful
in the freezing depths of northern winter
You’d push me to say who I liked at school
watching so carefully
I’d study the glowing dashboard for a full five minutes
turn the tape over, change the conversation
stealing so many glances
at your perfect saucer eyes
so smart and so alive
Another mile, another mile
in our early lives…
Somewhere along the journey
we’d stop the car, snuff out the lights
and in the backseat, without a word
we’d learn a new geography
You’d breathe your lessons into me
the beguiling wonder of our story
skirting the youthful boundaries
of a near-love I’d forever treasure
And afterwards you’d finger our initials
on the foggy inside of the glass
I always loved that, but so sad
that those smears outlasted us
Another mile, another mile
in those simple, priceless, times
Twenty years of change sailed by
suddenly, from the silence, you called me
heard I’m in town, saying ‘we should talk again’
I say ‘how about a drive…?’
Eyeing me from the driver’s seat
you say I’d ‘become all the things I used to pretend to be’
you said it was ‘a good thing’
and now you teach at our old college
you’re not married but there’s a good man waiting
and the baby, she already looks like you
Who’d have thought those teenagers were headed here
running country laps, in those dim headlight beams
another mile, another mile
in those precious lives, we had to leave behind
Another mile, another mile
I’m so glad we got to share those times…
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 
You were watching me all that time? A perfect memory of innocent youth.
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Thanks Peter 😀 I’d been struggling to finish this one as it was originally much longer, I’ve done my best to trim it down to a vaguely acceptable/accessible length. Really pleased you liked it, thanks for reading and commmenting 😃
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Love this reflective poem Tom. There is a sadness and sweetness to it 👏
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Thanks Bree. Whenever I look at life, I’m never sure if all the joy is worth the inevitable tragedy that is death. And so I love to inject both into my poems when I can. 🙏 Thanks for reading 🤩
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Gosh, hitting heavy with the deep thoughts Tom. I wonder if perhaps that makes the joy even more important to notice? Thanks for writing.
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Haha thanks. This is the sort of thing I am often thinking about and what I like to see reflected in my favourite books, songs and films 🙂 P.S. This was the last of the 12 poems I wanted to finish, so I should have a bit of time now to dedicate to a collaboration, whoop!
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Just casually thinking about joy and the inevitability of death 😉 They were and epic 12 poems. Sweet 🙂
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🙏🏼 Thank you!
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I love the “new” voice, whether intentional or not. Is that the new microphone?
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Thanks Peter. I’m not convinced I’ve nailed how to use it yet but, yes, a new microphone which should make it less of a chore to record audio for all my new poems in future. Watch this space and thanks for reading! 🙂
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Beautiful, Tom…evokes a lot of nostalgia!!! The audio adds so much with your voice. 🙂
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Thanks Sam, I was reading a few of my recent poems last week and this one somehow made me decide I needed to record some of the poems and bring them to life a bit more… So, here we are. Thanks for listening and I’m glad you enjoyed it. I hope you’ll be writing some more poems soon 🙂
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That one brought back alot of fond memories. Like the poem I too reconnected with someone I dated as a teen just a few years ago. It was a wonderful reunion and we talked and reminisced for quite some time. Such nostalgia. I hadn’t thought about him or our reunion in years. Thanks for the memories!
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Oh, I’m so pleased to hear it brought back some memories and resonated in that way. I love that. Yes, the nostalgia is very strong in those reunions. Always with such mixed emotions. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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