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.