The Fear of Knowing
I snatch my keys from my purse, purposely leaving behind the ones to my heart. Stick into ignition and turn. If only I knew how to turn back.
This can't be the end. It can't be the end. This long stretch of road is paved with good intentions and leads nowhere but south. I think I'll pass my destination and drive straight into the ocean. Hesitate. Do I have a destination?
Palm trees and beach houses are all I see when I close my eyes. When they open, wind from cracked windows blows and stings. I cry. He's not the one I miss, it's me.