Distal

Traveling south 

on an unfamiliar 

byway

by way of a vehicle,

unchanged, from the 

time I found you-

It's taking me

somewhere foreign 

and new, 

but without a clue

of how to shift

into,

when what's driving me 

is the same hue.

Strangers stare when I stop

trying to figure me out 

with their gawk-

wanting none of it 

I keep 

going,

alone and restless

from shock.

In the dark, my vehicle

finally stalls-

I'm now distal

and situated away,

no longer going that way-

but longer still I sit,

searching for it.

Someone drives by 

again and again,

but never stops,

just grins and grins,

I call my hometown beau

but he can't decide if

I should be rescued 

or thrown-

he whispers,

to let me know

he's still in control.

So I wait

and dig

and walk

and rig

a small but sturdy 

way to keep

going along this

byway,

going south 

and not looking back-

except to 

ensure all I leave 

behind is

lack-

and I whisper,

I won't be back.