In All Eyes

Loss is weird,

It twist and churns

Rippling the current

that is my reality.

For a while,

I was so fine,

I was okay with

The cards I was dealt.
 

I accepted what was—

Young and dumb,

That’s what they say.

Instead my naivety was in the way.

Engine revving like a hum;

My reminder I could go anywhere.

All I had to do was drive without a care.