I drive on slick streets with cups of coffee

Without any lids on,

Which elicits a sense of risk, maybe danger

And I can picture you here with long hair

And a strong singing voice

Sitting shiva as passenger — beautiful shotgun

I witness you so clearly in my future

Like a bright North Star

In the empty wasteland of the unknown

From that vantage, I experience a bravery

I’ve never known before —

It’s intoxicating, much like your fragrance

A powerful breeze knocks me over to you

Even if I struggle against;

I thank the weather patterns for this gift



Jake Lyda

I write about whatever interests me in the current moment: sports, entertainment, creative writing, lifestyle, etc. I'm tired of not being who I am.