I watch the lights fade in the rear view,
Like the turning off of an old TV,
The brightness shrinks its focus into one
Before burning out.
Another city visited,
A stay as temporary as the ones before
As fleeting as a rainbow,
Slicing gray skies.
False happiness had filled my stay,
Like bright red thread,
Disturbing patches of white fabric chaos.
The passenger seat remains empty,
Save for the presence of Absence itself,
which proves to be
a bittersweet traveling companion.
This journey has been an ongoing
The homes I thought I had found
Revealed their true identities
Like a foiled magic trick,
But I’m the one repeatedly
Forced to disappear.
The stars above twinkle,
In obvious disagreement
With the darkness surrounding
On the road,
In the car,
In my life.
A heavy layer of fog settles in
Like God has put a pan lid
On top of a boiling pot of soup.
But my foot pushes harder,
Subconsciously hoping for
A brick wall in the middle of
But I know, no such end exists.
Like an unmanned rocket
Aimed at the heavens and fired,
I may travel forever,
Untouched and undisturbed,
Just a flying object
Passing bright, promising galaxies,
On my way to nowhere,
Where no one
Is waiting for me.