Cars

I drive and drive
A  regular route
Each day metronomic
In its routine
Ordinary lines
Yet my  gut tightens
Each time
Another  car passes by
And  I scan the colour
Look  for pale green
Screw my  eyes discerning
Lettering on a number
Plate - check for
HSO  -
but not yet
Have  I seen you.

How  I resent
Your  lodging
Of your  body
Grin and hair
Deep  in my brain's
Layers - I don't know
How  to burn you out
Of there
Without  blistering
My  heart in the process.

Please depart.
Leave me  whole, in peace,
Not  splintering for one glimpse
Of you at the wheel
Of a pale green car.

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