THAT NIGHT

I remember the harsh words
The fever pitch screaming
The need to flee and find a place
Of peace.

I drove away
Not knowing where to go
Just following the painted lines on the asphalt
Reflecting in the moonlight.

Or maybe
Reflected in the tears in my eyes.
I don’t really know.
Darkness plays tricks with your vision.

In a pull off by the river
Hidden from view in the black of night
Away from prying eyes
I found my peace.

But the peace was not in that place.
Not in the tears, the car,
The cover of night.
My peace was in you.

I drove fiercely back,
Following those same reflective lines,
The asphalt flying by like a jet stream.
Home to our door.

I remember the love that steered my heart home,
The frantic need to throw open the door
And run madly into your arms.
To say I was sorry, and that you were everything.

But the door was locked.
Your heart was locked.
And the key would never again
Be mine to find.