Within the Restless Mind: a book of poetry

The Long and Winding Road

He drove down the long and
winding road; the one with no name.
Old and abandoned.
No other car drove on this nameless highway-
it wasn't even on the map.
He was outside the city; way beyond
the outskirts of the small town his
late wife grew up in.. but he did not care.
As long as he was driving whilst the sun was
about to rise, he was content in his mind.
The windows were rolled down and he could
feel the cool Autumn breeze blow.
He pulled over to the side of the road.. and watched the sun begin to rise in the October morning sky.