Hearts and Headlights

Keep driving because the parking lot's full.
All the good ones are taken
And all that's left are handicapped
Stalls that even I'm not
Damaged enough to park my heart in.

Keep driving but the gas is low.
I circle the streets that I have come to know
And despise. The skies are full of light and love
But my windows are tinted
With the point blank black above.

Keep driving and I am running on empty.
No where to park my heart and I start
To cry as I come to a halt
And the salt in my tears drips onto
The pavement where I'm meant to spend my years
Stranded and branded all alone.

Fading Tail lights and no tomorrows
Sitting on this curb of grief and sorrow
The keys to my heart dig in
To my thinning skin and red runs cold
Down the Hand no one wants to hold.

"Get in" he says, the one with the blinding headlights.
"I can't," I say, "My heart died and I can't start it."
"We'll share mine," he smiles the smile of a thousand smiles
And all the while I'm blind by this kind pair of headlights.
He gave my heart a jumpstart and it's been parked
Next to his ever since.

© 2009