I drove the Rover
up from Timbuktu,
slow on the road to hell
across endless Sahara sands,
Kashmir was on rewind,
Tiko was riding shotgun,
he was good mutt.

I smoked a million packs of Marlboros
wandering under blue skies with no rain,
dreaming about the what if’s
& the lessons you taught me.
The memory of your pretty-smile
kept me focused,
my eyes on the road
through blistering-heat.

Yes
sweet darling,
we did stop time
for a brief moment.
But
you and I
never knew any better
than this.
I really do miss
your butterfly kisses,
the fragrant aura you possessed,
the tender caresses
in the morning shower,
if you only knew.

I wished I had told you.

We’re both alone now,
existing
on different parts of the globe,
living
in the shadows,
knowing
it’s all gone.