been driving on that busy highway
My love sitting in the passenger seat.
It feels like in the blink of an eye
I am overwhelmed by traffic,
Which happens to force me off an exit,
My love flying out through that unlocked door.
He barely has enough precious time
To give me that last lonely look
Before he is thrown out into the mess of cars.
I frantically drive back to my starting place,
Where that highway is so simple
to search for what I lost along the way.
I'm in the same rush as before
Only 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 my heart,
And an empty night road
That no one seems to have driven in years.