Driving

High beams high on tree tops
Hills hugged tight by back roads and black
Lights along the power lines
Fade forever in my rearview
Radio off, basking in the engine’s hum
The tires’ scrapes around tight corners
And the frigid air numbing my nose
Breathe it in, deep breaths chill my lungs
Deep breaths waiting to know a purpose

Shivers and a whisper will shatter this moment
It teeters on uncertainty’s edge, spun delicately in glass
Masked by fragile hope and complacency’s lie
As brief as my very breath, a grey mist thrown wayward by the wind
The valley swallows the headlights ahead
Alone, again, I wonder where are you now.