Auto

PAD day 24 of the Writer’s Digest Poem Challenge calls for an “auto” poem.

 

Automobiles
remind me of you.
I count all of the red ones now,
and notice all of the Hemis;
their purrs making your mouth turn upwards.

Automatically
the water and the stars
became our secret hideouts
sealed with blankets and tender caresses.

Autonomous
is not what I might call us.
Though we are,
rather, what brought us together time
and time again was bigger than your will
and stronger than mine.

 

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