When the World Keeps Spinning
It’s funny how my world stopped turning at that red light;
the red light that would bring me to your house with one left turn.
I once parked the car by your front yard,
in a moment of goodbye
You were already long gone.
It’s funny how certain street names
hung heavy with meaning.
Now, if I drive past your block,
and I recall those streets,
I’m just driving,
and they are just words.