08-16-2015, 04:02 AM
Pile Up
Edit 1
He commutes home,
stuck in a pile up.
Now, is the best time to call her.
An hours wait, highway ahead.
Sadly, their relationship
had a beginning
and an end.
Shutting his phone
in frustration.
He knew the woman
who loves him is moving away.
Holding in the pain until then.
Logic was on his side,
his heart was not.
That moment he knew,
there was no right,
no wrong.
Just a wall
constructed again
to protect him
from feeling.
A choice made to preserve
his home.
He knows this space,
as if a waiting room.
He sits,
indifferent instrumentals
vibrating with no purpose
but to fill the void.
Noticing wheels
turning in front of him.
Looking up he puts down
the gas.
Edit 1
He commutes home,
stuck in a pile up.
Now, is the best time to call her.
An hours wait, highway ahead.
Sadly, their relationship
had a beginning
and an end.
Shutting his phone
in frustration.
He knew the woman
who loves him is moving away.
Holding in the pain until then.
Logic was on his side,
his heart was not.
That moment he knew,
there was no right,
no wrong.
Just a wall
constructed again
to protect him
from feeling.
A choice made to preserve
his home.
He knows this space,
as if a waiting room.
He sits,
indifferent instrumentals
vibrating with no purpose
but to fill the void.
Noticing wheels
turning in front of him.
Looking up he puts down
the gas.
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
--mark twain
Bunx