Distant Thoughts
Staring into the hill tops far ahead,She sat, reticent, on the leather seat.
While the traffic in the background buzzed on,
She shifted in hope to a more comfortable position.
As time stood still in conscience,
Her thoughts refused to wane.
In a slow relaxed motion, she reached out,
Held my hands in a gentle grasp.
“Ti voglio bene" She mumbled in her accented Italian,
Then receded back into her deep thoughts.
Even the loud music glaring from the car stereo,
Now seemed distant as those hill tops up ahead.
Her trance broke, trying to focus, she forced a smile,
Her beauty unparallel, that innocence said all.
I forced my eyes back onto the road,
The road up ahead now looked very different.
Headed for our separate destinations somewhere far away,
Silence spread around, in our minds into our thoughts.
by © Sreekesh Menon at
10:19 AM
