Routes and Regrets

[QDeathstar]

Pile Up
 Edit 1
 
He commutes home,
stuck in a pile up. this is not enough to hold the readers attention. I think alluding to the wreck ahead is fine here, you did it in the original version. I just think you need to edit it, instead of cutting it, to add more visual impact.

Now, is the best time to call her.
An hours wait, highway ahead.
Sadly, their relationship
had a beginning
and an end. this is very clinical. I'm not sure if you were trying to convey apathetic obligation, but that's what it feels like

Shutting his phone
in frustration.
He knew the woman
who loves him is moving away. whelp, he doesn't love her so I guess he doesn't care that much...

Holding in the pain until then.
Logic was on his side,
his heart was not. logic sticks out like a sore thumb.. The sound and syllables are off. Also your telling. Who knows if logic was on his side, of his hear for that matter. The poem has revealed nothing.
That moment he knew,
there was no right,
no wrong. starting to remind me of a teeny bopper pop song..

Just a wall
constructed again
to protect him
from feeling. tell me about it...

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.

I find this poem frustratingly dull... Every new stanza I'm thinking this could be the place where it gets interesting.. But, no.