Rear-view Mirror

It’s one of those days

Where you take a peek at the rear-view mirror

One of those pointless days

Where you can hear the pure giggles of a happy little girl

Where’s that innocent little girl?

I can’t seem to find her

I can’t find anyone, actually.

When did I get on this highway?

Last I checked, I was playing in the sandbox with that little girl.

Oh, the girl..

She’s gone, isn’t she?

Parts of her are around here somewhere, I think.

Somewhere in the glove compartment.