Midnight Borderline

The border is a line
Of frozen light.
I'm driving through
The ruins of the night.

You poured the wine
And left the radio on.
The signal fades,
But somehow lingers on.

The motel sign
Still flickers in the rain.
A passing truck
Calls out your name again.

The dashboard glows,
The highway rolls below.
Some roads keep moving
Long after we let go.

Midnight borderline,
No map, no alibi.
Just headlights drawing circles
On the sky.

Midnight borderline,
No promise left to keep.
The road remembers everything
We couldn't speak.

Your photograph
Still sleeps inside the case.
Time wears away the edges,
Not the face.

The engine hums
Like some forgotten prayer.
The miles grow old,
But you're still somewhere there.

No saints,
No miracles tonight.
Only shadows
Learning how to light.

Midnight borderline...
The radio still plays.

Midnight borderline...
The highway never stays.

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