By Wing
Date: 1 January 2001
Vacation
It was late December. My heart took a flight.
I stepped on the tour bus, and there you are, sitting behind the wheels.
Your tired eyes, hidding behind those shades
Your smile, nearly killed me at first sight.
Those accents, kept my heart bouncing back and forth.
It was a long drive to our destination,
yet not long enough to stare enough of your eyes.
That very funny jokes you spoke of, kept me laughing.
The long drive kept you busy and restless and tire.
The weather was insane, I hated it as it gave you a flu.
I heard you coughing down the hotel hallway.
I watched as you carried your lugagges into your room, across from mine.
Listening to your weak cough makes my heart sink.
Wished I was a doctor to give you cure,
wished I was a drug store to provide you the best pills.
I couldn't tell you that it was love.
For our talk and days spend together was too short.
Though it was a deep admiration,
I could have known you better if I were to approach you earlier.
Not to spend lifetime with you, but simply let you know that I care.
I concern about you when I see you sick.
I wish to place my hands on your shoulders to give you a massage and relax you.
Knowing that you are tire,
I wish to delay our daily trip to give you enough sleep.
Oh, I was shy and powerless....
Now that the trip is over,
All I have are those memories of you of the past few days.
Someday I will forget, or maybe not.
But I remember that picture of you, sitting behind the wheels,
Driving my heart down the road, following where you go.
The trip was short, too short to give me a clear look of you.
But I think you often still...
Perhaps someday, on a trip, I will see you again, behind that same wheel.
With the same tired eyes, or maybe, someone will replace you.
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