sitting in my dads old truck
my best girl and i
i cant leave her out
its against my vice principals
so many memories
that 72 chevy and i
strong with extreme amounts of torque
yet with a unique elegance
its has come and gone
and so has my best girl
a deep absence digging in my chest
will i ever get the feeling back?
Some sort of life quest maybe,
to recapture what it was i had
or maybe something new?
to be able to talk to her every day
to hear the sound of the small block chevy
starting up on a cold winter morning
vapor clouds billowing from the exhaust sign of head gasking near its end
like a late night fog
how long will it last?
until that head gasket finally gives way
much like the feeling for her
about her
i want to get it over with
like the gasket, its only a matter of time
but is it really the best thing?
all the hard work to come?
no
its a little late to worry about that now
whats the point
its been a year
time to start the tear down
before it gives way
This is really profound. I like it very much. I don't know what or how a head gasket is or functions but the metaphore is not lost entirely on me. The idea of fond memories with the expectation of loss and/or overhaul is compelling and interesting. Very good work.
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