Love letter

Hey.

Driver.

Without a car.

He's not here right now.

 

Piece.

Stolen.

Or caught fire.

 

Your car, which you have been looking for for so long.

Evenings you scrolled through Tinder for things.

Marketplace.

Or mobile.de.

 

In a flash you saw him there: shining in the sun.

You were impressed by beauty, range or price.

That one was meant to be yours!

 

Restlessly you looked at a few more that looked a bit like him.

But they were all just not quite right.

Too expensive, too made up, not enough guts.

 

The one you chose had it all.

You actually have no words for it.

Never, no never, has he left you.

 

You miss him already.

Your faithful companion.

Who transported you everywhere.

He gave you freedom, and let you become who you are.

 

And now that damn thing isn't there.

Yet you still love him, even though he has now abandoned you.

Your love for that thing is irrational.

 

But hey.

I'd be happy to help you.

Even now that he's not here for a while.

 

If you like to travel, please feel free to click on this link.

And don't feel guilty.

Because he did this to you.

You didn't ask him.