driving down the road, splish splash of the wipers
the pouring of the cold rain a direct companion to my hot wet tears
the road ahead is long
today if feels as though it will be the slowest road ever driven
the rain has stopped
the tears do not stop they simple collect
the road ahead is long
i will not travel alone but i will not travel with the most important one
perhaps the tears will stop tomorrow
if not by resolution than perhaps by requirement
the road ahead is long
and the world around me does not stop because i want it to
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