Freedom

The roads are barely wet
The rain just starting
And the night is full of that warm wet asphalt smell

My windows down to let the air move over me
I drive the speed limit
Take my time in getting home
For a moment I feel free
My heartbeat slows
My breathing evens out

My day, and my life, and my insanity slip away
Until I find myself surprised by a sense of peace
I’m practically alone out here
Navigating on autopilot
One step removed from reality
Suspended in time
Wishing I could keep driving
Hit the highway and just move
Anything to feel this way

But my tank is almost empty
As it as been for months
My car and I starving slowly together
So I make my last turn
Cut the lights off as they hit the door of our railroad apartment
Slide the key from the ignition
And head inside