I find myself going back
to that night so often
how the stars laughed at me
because they were
anything but lonely
the way the moon
hung so high above me
comparing its fullness
to my emptiness
even the road had
more company than I
the only bed that could
produce the dreams I
so desperately needed
was the last one I would
lay my head down on
thinking back at that
night, the yellow lines
stretching into the
blackness, headed for
infinity or some other
place I did not belong
I should have
closed my eyes
gripped the wheel as
tightly as I could muster
and swerved with all
the strength I
had left in me