Dear Love <br />my heart is a thousand rooms and your voice: the ghostly echo down the halls. <br />I drove away from your house, away from the sunset until your silhouette stood out like a tumor on the sun- my rear-view mirror distorted your figure until your god like features became the memory of vapor: <br />the soft whispers we speak when we're half asleep.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-leaving/
