Just Passing Through

 Sometimes
we mistake a season
for a lifetime.

We lose our footing
when the wind
changes its mind.

The air cools.
Our direction shifts
without warning.

What was once near
drifts quietly
into distance.

Time folds backward—
like a memory
dissolving in fog.

Paths separate.
Turns become detours.
Beginnings whisper
their endings.

Life on the road
is not for the faint of heart.

It asks a daily offering:
to leave love
in the rearview mirror
and keep driving.

No place to settle—
the miles demand
your full attention.

Voices fade
when the journey
never pauses.

Routes change often
because the destination
is never the same twice.

Even when connection remains,
the road writes new hazards
across the map.

Security
begins to outweigh
the fragile balance
of the heart.

The scale tips—
the load too heavy
to carry forward.

And the choice
never changes,

from city
to state.

The road keeps moving.
The map keeps fading.

But love—

love is the only thing
that refuses
to pass through.

For the ones that forfeit 

love for purpose 

in the distance of miles.