I stare out at the road laid before me
Stretching off into unknown places
Promising newness
And adventure
The street lamps reflect off the glazed surface
Of the slick road on which I travel

I do not know where I am going
I do not where I am
I simply follow the beckoning of the road
Trusting it to take me somewhere
Anywhere your image will not haunt me
For even as I drive you are reflected
Back to me by the road's rain-glazed surface
And I will continue to drive
Until I see your face no more