been driving on that busy highway
My love sitting in the
It feels like in the blink of an eye
overwhelmed by traffic,
Which happens to force me off an exit,
love flying out through that unlocked door.
He barely has enough
To give me that last lonely look
Before he is
thrown out into the mess of cars.
I frantically drive back to my
Where that highway is so simple
to search for
what I lost along the way.
I'm in the same rush as before
now there is no love in the seat beside me,
Just a bottomless
yearning to find him
Or someone else
To fill that space inside
And an empty night road
That no one seems to have
driven in years.