The wind ripples through my untamed hair as I whip down the freeway of “broken heroes on their last chance power drive.”

I pretend that my scarf has been ripped from my neck as a turn towards you and smile.

No, it’s just me and the open road going 100mph heading west towards the setting sun running an ocean I’ve only touched once yet, calls me home.

Dreams of you ripple through my memories as the sun grows lower in the sky and I choke on my tears.

I miss you, I do.

To think those words had meant nothing after all the ups and downs we’v, had and I know one day I’ll be without you but I honestly thought it would have been due to a lowered casket.

I miss you, I truly do.

Where did our through go?

The theoughway.

And I turn around.

I always do.