Interstate Ghost

Please, 

your form as it 

weaves through the

glittering of traffic.

There you stand

strange specter of 

my longings, holding

emergency flares

in the shoulder.

You are the accident 

my eyes wander to,

can't look away

from the blood-spattered scene.

Stray blinking lights

along the interstate.

You, ghost-pale,

deathly shimmering

on the yellow lines.

The rain glitters

on your soggy shoulders;

I am fighting back

years of swallowed emotions

behind my sterring wheel.

White knuckled,

the two of us

with fists clenched

and teeth grinding.

I shiver as your

roadway spirit

passes through me.