Forgotten Touch Of A Kiss

Long night highway in the pouring rain, I try not to crash and disintegrate despite lingering tears in my eyes no longer possible to tolerate. The air is wet and cold, every road sign is blurred, ambulances fly by like midnight bats but nothing is heard but a desperate heartbeat. A restless gun in the passenger seat, a trigger finger that fills like lead grasps for relief. Not many days down the bleak corridors of a disappointing future, I'll bury a thousand poems in a nondescript grave. One can search for hope castaway decades ago in the forgotten touch of a kiss but no lipstick traces or imprints remain even in the mind. I never thought I'd spend so much time searching for something I left behind.