My eyes keep getting misty this winter.
So much quiet cold at night
just to wait for you in the morning.
I am weak 
of the unstable kind. 
My wheels are used up 
but I like the way 
you handle speed
on those secondary roads. 
Please, regulate the mirrors 
and you´ll get a better view 
at the sides.
I´ve always been with you.
I never failed you, 
not even once, 
in spite of that personal way
to drive in the city.
I understand your fear
because you use 
brakes and throtle
in its pace.
I´ve learnt to accept 
you prefer me
to have a smoke… 
I know you can clean up 
the morning frost 
and your coffee smells 
of loneliness.
I like your sensitivity to light, 
you can feel its joy.
I can see it too.                
Being with someone you love for a long time make you understand every bit of him... as if he drives you like a car that you can anticipate his every moves, you become one... you the car and him your driver! A smart expression of love and passion, a 10.
A very compelling write. A bit sad, but the gifted poet is always willing to give himself away in words. Take care, Luis. Kind wishes, Sandra
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Sadly, for most people-the more cars they have, the better. Learn to cherish the one and the only, that's the way we shall be.... I think. Nevertheless, bravo and 10 from me as well.