a deliberate start.
like the beginning of an age-old story.
where does this road lead?
oh, just around the corner.
where everything is familiar again,
and there are no wrong turns.
sitting close to you, hands politely in my lap,
i wish for every light to be red.
the clock on the dashboard
dutifully reminding us
of all the time we never had.
weaving in between traffic,
our stories follow along faithfully.
words to fuel long-forgotten feelings.
and seatbelts to hold you back.
unplanned road trips
that start out as exciting declarations
and end in silence.
the journey is the charm, they say.
as if the destination didn't matter.
i would go to the end of the world with you, i say.
but this is the end of the road, you remind me.
your new car truthfully counts the miles.
another reminder
of how much in love we will never be.