Ruminating Ride

A 3,000 mile distance, A six hour plane ride No place to run but a 4x4 hiding container, full of generic tampons and cheap toilet paper Left with nothing but the truth to face The sorrowful clouds ready to burst, eventually emitting drops of serenity and colors of gray Hating the past, and dreading the dismal future of fake tears and loneliness that lie ahead Pain, drawn closer with every eager site seen missing Faith, diminishing faster with every breath released The runway abruptly marks a new beginning Hope, rushing back with every holding memory that once was Finally, eagerness controls most emotions that were seemingly disturbed, and past wishes still have some hope of becoming a reality