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In the backseat

You felt safer 
As I make my way up north.
While the guiding voice 
Seemed to whisper -
Bear right at the fork,
I maintained left and kept the course 
For all its worth.

But when I veered from the curve
We got lost.

Still you exuded grace 

Kept prodding me - yes, go on

You'll find a chestnut lush

In the next post.

Do we head to BKE Ecolink, 
Then loop our way?

Go south, down PIE, the voice faded:

You'll find Exit 20A.

You beckoned closer -

We're almost there. 

Then another fork, another miss,

I overshot the thoroughfare.

The U-turn slot, as it looms,

Seemed heaven's gate.
Further ahead, we have it made.

I parked. You smoked.
Here, I shall wait.
On our way back, somewhere,

You cried.

A week after

I cried.