I look back at the plump yet radiant beauty in my rearview mirror
Bright green eyes gleaming with the thought of adventure, of the future
I look back to find a simple kind of pretty:
a touch of mascara, freshly washed hair still dripping at the tips
I look back at the road, gripping the steering wheel as i grit my teeth to the sound of her laugh
I punch the gas
With every mile placed strategically between us, an empty pit within me grows with vastness: deeper, into a dark abyss
i shove her memory deep
until there's just the sunken eyes in the rearview mirror
coated with black, masking their true identity
eyes back on the road
I think to myself,
"How did I wind up here?"