I am a walking wreck.
Tangled mass of all my hopes and fears,
Collided with what should have been
The yawning road of all your years
Stacked so suddenly
In one, constricted space,
I thought life was a journey,
But I learned it was a race
To pack all of our time
Into the trunk I call my memories
Becoming baggage now,
A whole bright life, compacts to history.
In caring, I am crashed.
My fuel that always was my love for you,
Combustible, exploded on impact,
And left me burnt.
Oh God…what do I do?

– s. Clark