Open Drive

Yellow lines vanish alongside the road shortly followed by the white. Nothing lies ahead on this empty path but the storm that has overtaken my life. A month gone since I last saw your tender face and gentle green eyes and yet somehow I still end up on the same road, speeding away from all these feelings you had already let go. All I want is to lose sight of the hurt but the world’s flying by ninety miles in time and this unwinding road just makes me think of you. From the clouds lightning strobes and illuminates the sky. Rain drops clank against the metal of my car and drips onto the outside of my window, searching for a way in but to no avail. So why are my cheeks so wet?