Your tires sped off in the direction of tomorrow while I sat below a streetlight in the wasteland of yesterday.
Its artificial glow created silhouettes of occasional by-passers. (Their footsteps scraped against cold pavement and the sound reverberated in my ears like your name.)
Car engines echoed from blocks over and I mistook them as whispers from ghosts of our clouded past- reminding me that we were both once children of the open road; although, Iām now orphaned on familiar lines of double yellow.
I hope this is as powerful as I had hoped for. enjoy **