by Nathan Porter
The trees pass by me on either side
My car and I traverse the mountain descent
Each tree has time to introduce itself
Coffee bark and needle leaves
Their perfume pouring through the open window
What do I feel?
I descend this mountain
I leave behind a year long relationship
My first love
My first kiss
My first break-up
I feel nothing
I can’t even cry
I think I should, but it just isn’t there
I watch trees pass by
I smell sweet mountain air
Listening to songs on a portable speaker
A replacement she gave me
for a broken car stereo
