by Roger Dale Trexler
The past lay behind me, miles away.
The future, just ahead, looms.
Somewhere out there, she awaits me. I can feel her drawing me closer, calling me. She will be the one to heal this wounded heart that beats within my chest. She will be my womb, my comfort, my panacea.
All I have to do is find her.
My true love.
The road to her is dark and lonely.
Like my soul.
The nights we shared in each other’s arms still linger in my thoughts. They always do….and that is why I search.
So many times, I thought I’d found her. Like a chameleon, she changed. I look past the transformed exterior and see her. Her eyes do not lie. They always betray her.
Every time I find her, she loves me….but only for a while. Then, she finds someone new, and leaves. It always breaks my heart.
I ride off into the sunset. We are travelers, she and I, born to traverse the great distances of the heart. The highway is our home. We travel down separate roads, always looking for one another. I can only hope the next fork in the road takes me to her.
I throttle up in anticipation.
Around the next bend, that is where I will find her.
My travels will end when I reach her, I tell myself. She will love me forever.
The highway won’t be so lonely with her at my side.
This time, I will be complete.