Routes and Regrets

[peacejazzspirit]

Pile Up
 
Commuting home from work
stuck in a pile up
started by an accident up the road.

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,
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.

Hi Bunx,
This poem reads a bit all over the place but with some tightening and tuning up I think it will read very nicely. I have a suggestion for the second stanza:

Now, with an hour's wait ahead on the highway,
is (would be?) the best time to call her.

It's only a suggestion, whatever you decide to do with it good luck!