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Truck Driving on Home

Updated on March 6, 2015

The rainy night was foggy

so he pulled on in at the truck stop

laid on back and put his feet up

the song on the radio

reminded him of days past

and he started thinking of his life

driving his truck gave him wings

he was free to go from state to state

all the highways and byways

the country roads were beckoning

and he loved the people he met along the way

the many stops and diners

people with smiling faces

children playing along the way

big cities, towns and country places

all the main streets of small town U.S.A.

there was a time he wouldn’t change a thing

then love came and took a hold of his heart

he thought he could escape

and just drive away

but it seemed that his heart

ached the farther he drove

and he began counting how many miles to home

pulling his cap over his eyes

he went to sleep

there in his dreams

was the woman he left behind

blue eyes filled with tears

hoping he’d stay

knowing he wouldn’t

promising to wait

until his wanderlust passed

promising to wait forever

but nothing in life is forever

and time goes by on silver wings

if there is love

it must be captured

it must be held like a treasure

a memory that is so precious

because love doesn’t come along

each and every day

when he awoke he knew

that he had to go back home

to that lovely lady that loved him

back to the country life

down in Tennessee

and so he got his truck going

and headed on out to the highway

he’d unloaded his last cargo yesterday

just ten miles from when he’d see

the turn for the country road

that his heart yearned for

a thought came to mind

perhaps, just perhaps

she had found new happiness

perhaps she discovered her love for him

was not a forever kind

so he pulled into the last diner

and he got out

inside he slid into a dark booth

and with trembling hands

took out his phone

he dialed the number

that had been burned into his memory

and with each ring

his heart did a double beat

then the voice that he remembered

breathlessly answered the phone

What do you say to the woman you love

who you left behind six months ago?

all he could say was, “It’s me”.

and when she started to cry

he knew her heart was still his

and he told her he’d be home

in just a moment’s time

and his heart began to sing

he was on his way home again

© 2015 Gypsy Rose Lee


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      Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Anna. Often times if the love is there it's best to go home.

      Now if this was a real story that would be a fantastic idea Shauna.

      Thank you Ruby.

      Thank you Ms.Dora.

      Thank you Manatita. Nice to hear it brightened your Sunday.

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      You know my sweet, these things happen all the time. Life can be so painful, and yet, as you so rightly implied, it can turn to sweetness quite quickly. You arouse the emotions with beauty and poignancy. God bless this Sunday.

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      Dora Weithers 2 years ago from The Caribbean

      Beautiful story, and well told. I feel like cheering!

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 2 years ago from Southern Illinois

      A great love story that only Rasma can tell so well. Loved it..

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      Shauna L Bowling 2 years ago from Central Florida

      What a beautiful story! Maybe his love can go on the road with him. They could be a team both on and off the road.

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      Anna Haven 2 years ago from Scotland

      You fitted a full love story into a poem and even delivered a happy ending. I am glad he chose home.