We set out on your birthday
We two
Searching for comfort
Redemption, salvation.
The car sagged
Burdened by expectation.
The absurdity of moving
Through space
In a small metal box
We headed north
Were we slimmer, richer, wiser now?
Last year felt like
An age ago
Strings of cars, headlights on
Passed us on the other side
Maybe they belonged to
another day
We hit the A1(M)
The road widened
We crawled past blue mountains
Silver clouds against a dark grey sky
Hung in the wing mirror
The road shimmered
you fell asleep
And I felt the weight of your life
In my hands
Ms Gibbons Writes 