down a road with no destination.
Crowding the backseat
are Fifteen, Sixteen, and Seventeen.
They all love me.
Love me? What do they know about love?
I keep driving
trying to hide what we seek.
It’s hidden in my bag.
Cradled inconspicuously next to the boys.
Our path soon wavers
and the boys attempt to sound like men
as their voices rise.
I want to keep on going with our lives,
but I pull over,
knowing it’s best.
I smoke my Happiness
while the older boys
leave parts of Fifteen’s life on the side of the road.
Hopefully someone will come along and pick up the pieces.
History is destined to repeat itself
and too quickly the car is filled only with me and Seventeen
who wishes to show his affections
and have his daily dose of Happiness.
I drive a little farther
and park in front of a beaten-up motel without a name
that opens its doors to us
Seventeen goes to check in
keeping his Happiness near and dear.
I wait in the car
my hand on the ignition
knowing I can leave,
wondering where I have driven my life.