Rolled the windows down.
Voices, muffled through the wind spinning past.

The lights cut across my chest,
and the radio played songs I’d never choose.

The moon seemed to know something I didn’t.
It watched
as I held my hand out the window,
slicing it through the air.

The crisp wind filled my ears
and drowned out the memories.

Thankfully,
as I looked up through the mirror,
the places I once called home
grew smaller.

People I knew,
now simply a brick on the road
forever trailing behind me. 

I’ll miss them,
but I’ll miss the dreams
I’d never see
if I stayed.

I would exist like the rest of them.
Just another pin in the past.