driving all night

the black wet highway
is loud
with the windows down.
the radio off.
the wipers slapping
back and forth.
not a soul on the road.
just you,
heading south
for a while, then north,
making a u turn
where the sign
says detour.
the motel lights go by,
flashing
no vacancy, the long
wires
strung from pole
to pole are glazed in
the awful light.
you drive on. you drive
on. you don't want
the night to end.
the days are just
too hard without her.