5.

Drive
into the night.

Past the roadside overlook
where you taught me how
to pull a good u-turn.

Past the always-open diner
where you told me we would
always go.

Past the train station
where we waved goodbye to
our mother
who never returned like she said.

Drive past
the line you said you’d never cross.

The one that divides our town from
the rest of the world.

And by now divides you from me.

Day 5 of 30 Poems in 30 Days
I guess I’m in a mood? Chances are good that many of these unplanned poems will be mildly depressing. It happens.

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