Product 27
Poetry and Prose from the Center for Writers
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The days go by
Like cars on a highway
Rushing toward the finish line
Not waiting for us to reach our goals.

And what happens when we crash and burn?
When it's late at night and there's no one around to help?
I always thought I could turn to you,
No matter where I was.
True in theory, not so in reality,
But isn't that just the way life goes?

You're the tank top I was searching for in the summer
That I found in the dead of winter.
You're the umbrella I needed during the flood
That I found in the middle of the drought.

Don't you realize by now that I need you?
Beyond the surface of things,
Past discussions of poetry that we love
And science classes we hate
How have you not realized that I need you?

More than just a shoulder to cry on
Or a person to have a laugh with
You're who I want to talk to
When I'm sad, happy, angry, and scared.
But it seems that every time I try to talk,
Something gets in my way
And you're never available when it really matters.

And now I have to drive on
Past this worn-out rest-stop,
Out of this little old town.
I have no choice but to leave you behind,
And God knows how long I'll be gone.
Or if I'll ever come back.

I'll miss you
How much, no words can describe.
And I hope you'll remember me
Like a cross on the side of the road.
You'll be with me always,
Like the tires that let me drive on.

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Hannah Baker was born and raised in Covington, Louisiana. She has been writing stories and poetry since she was a child and she is thrilled to have the opportunity to showcase her work in this publication. She is currently a freshman at USM, majoring in English w/Licensure and minoring in Spanish.