D. B. DEVILLIERS

Poetry

Tag: Travel

I drive
past your
house from time to
time

other people drive
past
too
and I want to tell them
someone lived there
I want them to know:
a person
used to
live there

everyone should know.

I’m going nowhere
and I’m going
very very
very
fast.

Of course I’m headed someplace
aren’t we all?

but
I hope I never get there
because, well

then what would I do?