Driving at night, with the window down Air in my hair, hands on the wheel Him driving by me, there to reveal His face clearly visible in the middle of town Passing by him, I was startled and yearning Wishing for the chance to say hello to him He was my uncle and I felt it all on a whim Even though I hoped, his head wasn’t turning How could I be seeing him tonight, Without a doubt his image in the window Reminding me why I was stuck in limbo Him the truckdriver – mostly out of sight. He had given me so much of his heart Pieces I still carried and pulled out often Yet I had seen him there, lying inside a coffin Tonight, I was haunted by the love he did impart