Driving up mountain miles
of washboard switchbacks;
jarring the dusty rearview mirror
in my mind:

"but don't look back in anger"  
... I heard you say
stuck in the cloud of dust
befogging my daydream
back somewhere thereabouts
the washed out bridge
that tore us apart
like a flash flood

It was so long ago
since you were running
and I was hiding in plain sight,
from what the storm
in my eyes did tell

Mindful — you were only watching
the growing distance gather;

finding what you didn't lose
looking back to see
   what you can't forget —

like a hesitant child
reluctantly wondering
if anyone was still looking back
at you ―  still running away
from each passing storm


Jesse Stillwater
June   2018

I see my future in the rearview mirror of my fast-paced life
With my thoughts spinning out of control,
And I can't seem to tame it
Or control the fact that I fall asleep with you on my mind,
Craving your presence or at least your silhouette along the walls.

The more I stare in this rearview mirror,
The more I fade into the darkness,
The more I settle into a creeping melancholia.

When I look into this rearview mirror,
My life tumbles more into a downward spiral ,
Leaving only the rough edges out for others to see,
But I can't imagine my life with anyone else.

By Arcassin Burnham

Your heart .
Is everything I desire to have ,
Possess .
Loving Every little moment you smile,
Never doubted the days we spent cuddling,
Caressing the only stresses that you carry , I will always try with you,
Try .
Your emotions are the key to me giving mines up,
So I did ,
And it felt amazing,
Patients is a virtue,
I only see you,
In a clear rearview,
Don't look back,
Keep running,
Make sure you get as far away as possible before I turn,
I pretend to turn the lights down but I still burn,
No measure of holy or unholy prowess will keep me away from the thing I won and earned.