A poem I wrote for my wife in 2017

We're heading east with sadness …  the vacation was over 

My wife was by my side but the mountains where in my rearview mirror, but the mountains were in my rearview mirror.
 My mind thinks of the times we had together

What were they like pondering a hiking trail or seeing deer in the meadow at Sunset? 

but the mountains were in my rearview mirror 

the mountains were in my rearview mirror 

It was the Traverse it felt like home with my wife by my side 

But heading east brough sadness because the mountains were in my rearview mirror 

She wanted to call Bozeman home, she hated to head east 

that meant the snowiest Peaks and the grandson were left behind
 and the mountains were in my rearview mirror 

Now that seat is empty now

The Traverse is gone how will it be looking at the snowiest pikes

To see the mountains in my rearview mirror 

Because the mountains are still in my rearview mirror

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