Motorway Madness by Lorenzo Bedini

The mountain behind me has long ago swallowed the sun.
With night at my elbow the long shadows guide me home.
Signposts that flare in the headlamps and are suddenly gone
Are like memories marking the path of life almost done.

But I need the way you were. I can feel the way you were.

There's no one beside me but empty space nothing can fill
And there's nothing inside me but lonely rage no one could still,

So I'll conjure your image right here with the moon and the snow.
Your precious ghost travelling with me where you wouldn't go,
And I'll lie down beside you in spirit (if never in flesh)
Chained to your memories echo just like all the rest

Who need the way you are. We can feel the way you are.