Learning to Spell "T-H-E- -E-N-D"

We’re lost on this highway,
In our thoughts,
In our lives.
The headlights do not clear anything up,
My tears only blur my vision and upset him,
The dashboard only illuminates his face in
The most beautiful and confusing way.
The way his anger flows from his mouth
Is eloquently repulsive in a way that
Knows just how to break my heart.
The rearview mirror shows no signs of
The past becoming ours again.
The time is 11:12,
Proving that no more wishes will be granted,
And that time is no longer on our side.
Our time is up.
Turn off the radio,
Turn off the car,
Turn off the tears for a few more moments.
This is what it is like to finally face
The most painful
Good bye
Of my entire life.

Please do not tell me
This is good bye.