Drift

I am not suicidal.

But every now and then while
driving the highway alone
1:30 in the morning
I imagine.

How easy it would be to
take my hands off
the wheel and drift.

My fiance -
"you shouldn't think such things",
he says.

And I wonder what it is that
compels me to stay
within the lines.

When it would be so easy
just to drift.

The phone rings and for a moment I consider that
perhaps I should change my number...

but my stomach aches at the thought that
no matter what filth you spew at your daughter
through the receiver,

I would rather bear the pain than miss your call.