Highway Dogs
Im wearing your shoes. I have been trying to teach my mouth the tricks of your smile, hoping someone will see pieces of your light shining through me.
The highway is humming with its tired saints. Truckers pass with their dogs sleeping next to them. Their love is so simple it hurts.
A warm animal.
A hand on the wheel.
Someone who stays.
I watch them go, I feel something hollow open. All the faces still watch . They say nothing.
Numbers follow and I try to read their small holy codes. Scriptures meant for the lost. Most slide from me and refuse their meanings.
My hair is the same as yours. I wait for someone to notice.
The world moves past and I am the only one standing in your shoes smiling your borrowed smile.
I am the only one who cares.