Dark and cold, the windows ice
as you drive me home.
A long night, travel weary,
no lights on the road to guide the way.
Slippery slopes, leaves whirl in the wind,
patches of white, frozen over snow.
Left turn onto a familiar road, almost home.
You squeeze my hand, it's been a dreadful night,
driving in the dark.
A fallen orange cone, we do not think twice.
A tree, power lines wrapped and coiled in its trunk and leaves,
blinds us as we approach.
You glide to a stop, breathing heavily as one.
The electric clock on the dash stops flickering,
frozen like the snow outside.
You pull my hand to your lips, a kiss,
a reassurance that everything is ok.
Slowly turning, we find another way.
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