The shame I shouldn’t forget, but will.

I’m dreaming.

But I’m driving.

Feet on the dash.

Finger to my lips.

Not on the wheel.

I never thought.

 

You are real.

You are real.

 

Drive right through.

Handle the wheel.

Flip the switch.

Tears go by.

Real tears.

Your tears.

 

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I don't think I've written a poem in 15 years/since I was 15. But I recently hurt someone who cared deeply about me. I feel very ashamed — so much so that I wrote a poem. Feedback isn't really necessary.