Cars full of metallic resolve
with parallel columns of hope
slice the darkness of the road
into imperceptible geometric fragments.
Pieces of blackness, chopped off
from the deep starless sky aimlessly, yet
menacingly, travel towards my windshield
made of wet autumn leaves, they stick on the glass.
The black gloom which I leave behind
is waiting for the glistening reflection
from a pair of loving, caring eyes
for the magical sparkle of what was,
what is, and will always be,
the search for true love …
the glow of red taillights.
Kevork K. Kalayjian
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