Dear Love
my heart is a thousand rooms and your voice: the ghostly echo down the halls.
I drove away from your house, away from the sunset until your silhouette stood out like a tumor on the sun- my rear-view mirror distorted your figure until your god like features became the memory of vapor:
the soft whispers we speak when we're half asleep.
Amberlee Carter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-leaving/
