I feel as if my journey is coming to an end,
juddering along like a car letting know the fuel is close to,
but not quite, run out.
As each street light passed becomes a minor milestone,
miracle perhaps, when before distances barely imaginable
seemed commonplace.
When times were better, life was too.
Now as each person chooses to travel a road,
friends and family long gone, or just about to be.
It just emphasises the gap, the absolute darkness,
between those columns of orange glow.
Then, I overcame this sense of futility.
Now, I wonder if I can when it has to be done alone.
Steve B 08/08