I was heading down my hill last night,
Wheels skidding on the grass,
I saw a car and thought of you.
Couldn't help but flash all the way back,
When I was sick in head and heart,
You came to visit as surprise.
I found my joy in those headlights.
But you haven't been back here in years,
The year written on those banged-up plates.
But my mind plays its tricks,
I'm still lookin' for that grade six,
On the license plate of every car I pass,
That looks a bit like yours.
And I know it's dumb; I know it's not right,
Know it's not you coming to see me tonight.
But oh, how I wish it was.
Wish I didn't miss you quite so much.
(And I don't even miss you - that much)
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 11:31 PM UTC
I was heading down my hill last night,
Wheels skidding on the grass,
I saw a car and thought of you.
Couldn't help but flash all the way back,
When I was sick in head and heart,
You came to visit as surprise.
I found my joy in those headlights.
But you haven't been back here in years,
The year written on those banged-up plates.
But my mind plays its tricks,
I'm still lookin' for that grade six,
On the license plate of every car I pass,
That looks a bit like yours.
And I know it's dumb; I know it's not right,
Know it's not you coming to see me tonight.
But oh, how I wish it was.
Wish I didn't miss you quite so much.
(And I don't even miss you - that much)
This is actually a song I've written but I cut it down some to make it work more as a poem so I could post it here.
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