I Miss my Subaru

Young and dumb,

That’s what they say.

Instead my naivety was in the way.

Engine revving like a hum;

My reminder I could go anywhere.

All I had to do was drive without a care.
 

Allowing the wind to guide my soul,

As I soaked in the quietness; a black hole.

This relief gave way to air in my lungs,

As the windows roll down, a guitar is strung.
 

The music on full blast,

the speakers holding on for dear life.

This feeling was one that wouldn’t last,

The second I exited my space I was met with strife.
 

This feeling did not last, as it was sold.

Trying to let go of the old,

Trying to let go of memories made,

Trying to not let feelings raid—

My mind as the sun must rise;

It will not wait for anyone,

Not even you, who is someone.
 

Memories were made that will stay—

Until I can no longer remember my youth.

As adventure awaited with the truth.

I will always yearn for the past

Instead of living in the present;

A habit that will forever last.

I just hope my future will not resent—

My decisions now, because

I miss my Subaru.

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Authors note;

This poem on the surface is about my cutesy, green 2007 Subaru Outback, just a little appreciation for my first car. Thank you for reading!