Forgetfully

This is
about the time
dreams let go
like rain drops
disfigured by
windshield wipers
and speed,
rolled up
under,
over, beside,
longingly-lovingly
pleading for
the driver,
watery fingernails
husked away
by two-dimensional
plexiglass barriers,
landing sickly
behind you
lurching rolling tossed
backward along the dissipating pavement
blackened by the rearview mirror,
transparently
bleeding away