with the comfort of a used Buick.
The speeding ticket on my birthday
since I knew our destination.
That art museum was a waste
of time and space
but her laughter echoing
throughout its concrete corridors
made it memorable.
12 months after
her change of heart
I'm left with distance
between myself and every other.
Unable to think my way out of it
I fumble for the door.
"Hell is the impossibility of reason."