Drowning In The Dark

We take off in the night

The interstate: our guide.

Stars and street lamps lighting the pitch black space in front of us.

One hour goes by.

I look behind me.

The dark disappearing road.

Below a backseat window,

My little sister rests- a sleeping beauty.

Two hours down.

We lose the song on the radio.

The next two hours will later be remembered

As "The Last Conversation"

The last time having good communication with my mom.

It gets lost like the song in the radio static.

The reason the conversation started in the first place.

Half the trip passes

Or maybe it's a quarter if you count the drive back.

Undoubtedly, it's the fourth hour.

There's nothing left to say

Static stays on the radio.

The night drags on.