The end of his joy

I hear the rain on the roof of my car, loud and serene. 

I see the wet pavement stretch out for miles in front of me. 

I don’t look back. 

This was my last attempt at the American dream, trying to live out what he wanted. 

A love for a country I now pity was so effortlessly strong in his young heart. 

I don’t know where I’m going in the car of his dreams, but I hope he’s with me in spirit. 

I kept the passenger seat open for the man I never met. 

“He only wished me the best I thought,” and continued on, tears in my eyes. 

For him. 

For Paul. 

He deserved the world.