I've been away for some time. I thought there was no more poet's corner. But here it is. I don't know if the same people are here any more. Hello reader, whoever you are. my former GF and I drove the length and breadth of the country. And marked our route on a giant map: red going out, blue coming back. Just so you know. Last time we truly connected, had something, felt it we sat beneath a snow shower of stars gazing skyward in the car. Through villages, towns, driving a red-pen line to the farthest tips, your hand always in mine your name, shaping my lips Skipping cities, sitting in cafes catching floor- rainbow moments. Lapping lakes, memorials making love, time, mistakes. And you, as changeable as weather. Miles rolling away with the approaching darkness. Smiles left in lay-bys. Apathy. I had us down as in sync, on track. But the ugly truth- clue lingered perhaps in the blue, blue line that traced us back.