getaway

I am
a getaway driver
chasing distractions
from a singular truth
tangled in strategic pleasantry
in absurd conflict
in lies

I haven’t looked back
in what feels like years
but I can still hear them coming
echoes in a small room

as one

in the throes
I allowed myself a small glimpse
outside of the constraints of time
I was met with the
wonderful and awful realization

another lonely heart
watching the universe breathe as one
the impossible idea
that it could all be so simple