Familiar
I hear a song on the car radio
with lyrics so familiar
like I wrote them
and all along I'm thinking,
"Could I say that?"
I pass places I've never been before
seeing images new and at once familiar
I'm driving and day dreaming
hearing that song again
the one so many hope to know
Our car rolls along the road passing
grocery stores and restaurant chains
filled with all the same things
new flavors taste just like the old
and all is new and improved
I'm waiting for that to happen
but I can't be completely new
though at times it seems possible
just sharing time with you
and recalling how a love song goes
It takes time to write
a love song doesn't happen over night
some words travel silently for years
a red light makes the car stop
green makes me move towards you
On this road trip
we are traveling to a new place
another tune floats from the radio
I hear the words and feel like singing
as you recognize my love song.
Gregory Zeorlin 7/5/2006 9:45am
In loving memory of my parents (pictured here) who passed away in 2011
Copyright 2012 Gregory Zeorlin
