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Subject: Memory's Ghost Author: Lori S. Maynard [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 22:39:00 05/25/02 Sat Author Host/IP: spider-mtc-tg052.proxy.aol.com/64.12.102.172 The distance stares at me with haunting embrace As the yellow lines swim past me in a sixty-five mile race. Rearview mirror swings loosely, the glue has come undone. Heart aching in the memory being called someone’s “hun.” The speedometer doesn’t tell my true speed. The gas gauge doesn’t gauge a true read. The tires hum and vibrate all the time. I must keep on going and escape my mind. The radio’s turned off- voices are still there I can hear our song lingering in the humid air. Every now and then I look at your passenger seat Only to press harder on the accelerator- destiny to meet. Every once in a while, I can feel your hand Although I know it’s not possible where I am. The hairs stand up on the back of my neck The sails of my soul are torn in this life’s great wreck. I know you cannot be in this car with me. My eyes are open; yet, I still refuse to see. The motor’s knocking now, I think it’s ready to die. The radiator’s smoking, the alternator belt’s letting loose a whine. It feel’s like I’ve been on this highway forever and a day. I wish I knew where I was going and if I will stay. You would be making me smile right about this time. You always had that way with me, no reason to your rhyme. Funny, no other cars have passed me either way. Night’s yet to creep upon me, it feels like eternal day. Still, your image creeps through my lonely heart. But, it feels as though you’re just outside my car. The motor’s gone silent, the car’s still moving Feels as though all sanity, I’m losing. Fear and silence rage into my soul As I remember the loss of control. I never made it anywhere, my journey had ended. Spirals racing in my mind as your memory, I defended. Now I remember my car wrapped around that post And I have become… Memory’s Ghost ©May 21, 2002 Lori S. Maynard [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Re: Memory's Ghost Wayne Adams 01:55:10 05/26/02 Sun Re: Memory's Ghost Wanda 19:38:45 05/26/02 Sun Re: Memory's Ghost Ted Yahraus 15:24:20 05/27/02 Mon Re: Memory's Ghost Laraine Smith 18:33:49 05/28/02 Tue Re: Memory's Ghost -- Lori S. Maynard, 18:50:31 05/28/02 Tue Re: Memory's Ghost Deb 15:33:25 05/31/02 Fri