The Rear View Mirror

She slowly released the clutch

She sat there

Eyes straight ahead

She longed to feel his touch

.

.

One more time

.

.

She hesitated

She had waited

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For so long

.

.

Her eyes search the rear view mirror

He was no longer there

Unaware

.

.

He left a long time ago

.

.

She released the clutch

Slowly driving away

Accepting sadly

She would no longer feel his touch

.

.

Janette Bendle 2019

Published by Janette Bendle

I have reached my fabulous 50s. Guess what, it’s okay. 20 years in the health and wellness industry. Educating men and women on the importance of nourishing their bodies with good food, moving with integrity, recharging their energy levels and empowering their minds. I love my job. A mother of two boys who are now men and my greatest achievement. A lover of words, an aspiring author with a book written and no idea where to go next, a poet who writes from the heart and her vulnerability. A foodie who loves to experiment, a salad lover , But not just your Every day salad, I throw in anything you can think of it ends up in my salad. I have a reputation for making the greatest weirdest salads around. As a total contradiction, I have a ridiculous sweet tooth. I rescue abandoned souls in the bodies of dogs, an animal lover, Who sometimes likes animals more than humans. My teacher in life, my mother never ceases to amaze me. I am one fortunate human being who is filled with gratitude for the life she lives.

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