Rain gives me the same weight in my belly as an argument. How apt. But the pop songs and quizzes on the radio offer sprinkles of comfort. Tingles of hope roll along the shushing tarmac. The road to wherever. It’s the only way.
Those once close always told me to leave him, but it’s easier from the outside looking in. Inside is a reliance and a prison. I often stare out at them, remembering what life without fear was like.
But, the further I get, the more the empty road brings relief.
Yet, I continuously check the mirror.