Rain falls from the sky above.
Two lonesome headlights
illuminate the dark night.
Raindrops slide down
the outside of my window.
Nothing but green lights
ahead. No need to press
the breaks. It’s my time
I’ll take. I look around –
not a car in sight.
Nights like this create
a feeling of necessary healing.
Lost in thought with no place
to go – my home is the open road.
Enthralled by the mysterious
future that awaits,
I push on toward
a destination unknown.
I fixate my gaze on the life
existing on the other side
of my windshield.
Before I know it,
I am miles away
from memory lane –
where I once lived.
I drive past a car
that looked just like mine.
It suddenly vanished
into the night.
Am I seeing things?
The driver looked so familiar.
I pull off to the side
and see my younger self
in the rearview mirror
waving goodbye.
I put my car in drive
and travel further away
from distant memories.
I keep my eyes on
the road but can’t help
to look back and see
how things used to be –
how I use to be:
a young boy climbing
trees and collecting leaves.
I switch lanes without using
my blinker. What’s the use?
I’m the only one here.
I can travel at any speed I like.
I white knuckle
the steering wheel.
The further I drive –
the more I think about
how time has eluded me:
wishing that it could freeze.
I look to the passenger seat;
I smile because I remember
each person who sat
in that seat and joined
me along the way.
The days I drive alone help
me understand love
once shown. I haven’t seen
a stop sign in miles.
In every town,
each stop light was green.
Nothing is stopping me
from picking up the pace,
but life isn’t a race.
I will take it slow.
I want to cherish every moment
and acknowledged the world
waiting to be seen.
Although the light is green,
I stop to take it all in.
I cut the engine and enjoy the
silence. I take a deep breath
before I use the gas that’s left.
I will drive until
my car breaks down.
Until then, I hope to cross your path.
I hope to finish the race
with you by my side.
I hope look back and know I tried.


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