One last drag
to fix my bones,
up through the
nostrils of impatience to settle the brain’s panic.
Sedated
anxieties put to pause in moonlit roads
while pavement
pushes the urge to drive
faster and faster.
Past each
posted exit
to the
comforts of familiarity,
to the comfort
of your arms.
Alarmed at the
sight of my face,
since so long
ago farewells were placed
and we were
subjected to the years withdrawn
from our
romantic enthralls.
This
never-ending playlist rings through the speakers
preaching me
to stop then singing me to speed.
The bass moves
within the pit of my body,
mimicking the
bumps in the road
as it
collapses at the bridge
and booms with
each chorus,
reviving my
lazy eyes
to grasp the
reflecting white lines ahead,
whom sit
parallel against the flowered median
and its "Drive
Safely" remembrances.
Another inhalation
shakes me back to the present.
Your face escapes
me as the memory fades.
I feel alone,
abandon, better off.
I was the
right distance away
to keep your mediocre
attachment,
but as these spinning
tires carry me closer
I become
farther from your forethought.
There is no
easy way
around the
confrontation that awaits.
With each
passing mile
reality turns
its head in our direction
and karma will
seek.
