Listening

On the way home this evening, I talked.
The taillights ahead didn’t answer and the brights behind only reminded.
I wasn’t telling myself anything, like turn right.
It was a heart to heart conversation.
And as I passed, I got to see the pink laid out ahead.
A neon between the drained day and a restless night.
Just in sight and listening.

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