And then I heard faintly his voice
A muffled whisper in the back of my mind
Beckoning me to embrace fully his memory.
And then I saw him walk alongside the streets
Blurred as if he were distantly
Making his way towards me.
But I, a lover only in dreams of day,
Looked the other way.
But I, a navigator of unrequited roads,
Turned up the radio and drove further into the cold.