Going for a Drive

It’s something about these meandering roads that feels comforting to your mind that still hasn’t quite figured out where you need to go. You put on a song that you’ve heard many times before but it’s pretty much synonymous with this drive that you’ve gotten used to doing. You light a cigarette and it’s night time so you take the road slow. Even though it’s dark outside it doesn’t scare you and as you drive you turn left passing a landmark that you’ve already seen many times before. The old tree on this person’s lot that you’ve always admired because of how big it was, and how much it canopied over the meandering road. You drive for a while thinking of nothing really, but you know there’s so much on your mind you start to cry. And when you put your hand out reaching towards the passenger seat, you think how you wish that person was here or you would give anything just to have one more drive with that person, to just ask them a question about what you should do, where you should go, and who you need to be in your life. How you would give anything for just a moment, not even needing to talk. Like how you are on this drive, you just go for a ride. You say to yourself maybe things will get better. I don’t know how, but I know somehow it will.