Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees

Thoughts Along the Road


He drives along the highway miles,
missing the beauty of the changing trees.
signs of miles to go are all he sees,
when will his demons take their leave?

His eyes keep drifting out to sea,
his mind scattered on the waves by a lonely breeze,
second-guessing decisions that he could have made better,
his heart so heavy that it may never heal.