08-15-2024, 04:15 AM
Routes and Regret
Commuting home from work
stuck in a jam.
started by an accident.
Now is the time to call her.
Hours wait highway ahead.
Their relationship
had a beginning
an end.
Shutting his phone frustrated.
Progression complicated
lost love is always clearer
in the rearview mirror.
He found out a brunette
who loves him
is moving away.
He held pain
until then.
Logic was on his side,
time was not.
She asked him to move,
Could he leave?
That answer is an indirect...
"I wish."
That moment he knew,
there was no right
no wrong.
Just a wall
constructed again
to protect him
from feeling.
Commuting home from work
stuck in a jam.
started by an accident.
Now is the time to call her.
Hours wait highway ahead.
Their relationship
had a beginning
an end.
Shutting his phone frustrated.
Progression complicated
lost love is always clearer
in the rearview mirror.
He found out a brunette
who loves him
is moving away.
He held pain
until then.
Logic was on his side,
time was not.
She asked him to move,
Could he leave?
That answer is an indirect...
"I wish."
That moment he knew,
there was no right
no wrong.
Just a wall
constructed again
to protect him
from feeling.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
--mark twain
Bunx

