I miss my car.
She was sick.
So she went to the garage
To get fixed
But that was then
- 6 days ago
And without her
I feel so low
What is that?
A form of love, or am I just desperate and alone
For I feel the same
About my mobile phone
What is that?
Are these objects better “partners” better
at obeying your wishes
To the letter
Now don’t get me wrong
I don’t fancy my car
That would be going
Let’s face it, TOO far
Sometime I think
I’m not quite right
And after writing this poem
confirm myself in that light
21.05.07
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