Before words could go free,
there was a Stranger In A Strange Town...

Detour

Driving through the rain in the middle of the night,
Do we take the highway to the left or to the right?
Our journey interrupted, detours all about,
I wait here in the car while you get things sorted out.

I look around the parking lot and mostly I see red,
You've gone off to the other side you say in words unsaid,
"Peek-a-boo" I answer you in words that go unheard,
Though our plans have changed they haven't been deterred.

How much longer left to wait I do not even know,
Until you are beside me and then off again we go,
'Til that time I'll toss and turn and wait here in the car;
There's nowhere else I'd rather be than wherever you are.
   

2 comments:

Andréa Hector-Brown said...

did she go shoe shopping? you could be waiting a while ...

emerald said...

I love you my Legs