A life’s reflections flash by in the rearview mirror. Mile by mile, they fade into my past and out of my life as I fly down two lanes to anywhere. Mile markers keep time in this countdown to the end.
The end of her or of me remains to be seen.
Parched for truth, I cross a desert of deceit, chasing a mirage of compassion that shimmers in the distance, forever out of reach and out of touch. I burn across the asphalt, racing against the night, before the moon’s frigid hand takes grip. A blanket of shadows stretches out beside me as I cling to that last touch of the mourning sun before it fades for good.