TRAVELLING THIS HIGHWAY
Travelling this highway
Places more than distance between us.
As the gap widens
So the empty feeling grows
Lovers can’t be choosers, you said
Our meetings timed to fill your empty moments –
As if such transience could ever be enough.
He rules you still though love is gone
Dead as the wasp on this window sill
Your heart would race away if you would let it;
Why care a jot what others think?
You were never meant for running
I can see that now;
Too much you value to be arranged.
I never believed I could say good bye;
So I didn’t.