Going down the highway

picture of my girlfriend

on the dashboard. She

left, late last night, and I ain’t

going back, neither.

I’m just driving down

this long dark highway

following the white lines

wherever they go.

I don’t know where I’m going

but I’ll know when I get there.

I don’t remember what

the argument was about,

but I know that it was a deal

breaker. We both said things

that shouldn’t have been said,

things that can’t be taken back,

things that can’t be apologized for.

I’m just driving down

this long dark highway

following the white lines

wherever they go