The Never-Ending Ride

The ruin of me, where did it begin?

I’m not certain, I never was

I look at old photographs

Half-remembered stories, long lost songs

Long forgotten friendships and people lost

The lanes of my memory

You’ll find me there

A milk tooth pulled out, tears, ice cream

The car ride home

My father tries to crack a joke

I stare out of the window

Years pass by

The ride goes on

I am seventeen now

On my way to give an exam

I haven’t studied for

I write anyway and hope for the best

The silent car ride home

The driver doesn’t say a word

Neither does my brother

I feel a familiar heaviness

I wish I could escape it

I’m still looking out of the window

This never-ending ride

I’m always car sick

I wish the car would stop

I wish to step out and breathe

The turning wheels, my head spins

I’m nauseous now

I roll the window down

My brother plays soothing music

I try to fall asleep

In this ride of life

He has always been there

By my side

Right beside the ruin of me

And his presence

It has always stopped me

From breaking.

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