Reckoner

I'd forgotten how much I enjoy driving. I went out for a short time to find food after my nightly engaugements. I was sitting at a red light, and next to me pull up a couple, no older than me. It was kind of interesting to see. I mean, I'm not one to say I've never kissed someone at a red light... just not in a while. It made me think and look around. At the abbanddoned strip mall, at all the cars flying by. And think about how complex we are, as a civilazation and culture, yet, we still find the most satisfaction in the smallest of things. In late night romance at stoplights.
[Because we separate like
ripples on a blank shore
(in rainbows)]

It dug up memories. Of the trips to the Exxon from alpha to omega. Of basements and weeds and the best of it and the worst of it. A reminder of where I've been. Of where I want to go. Of where I never want to be again.