It existed then, but doesn't exist anymore. I'm letting it go...a song the vehicle for the ride, driving along a warm sunlit pasture. The grass, long and dry, tan from the sun, waves goodbye. An old car, from the 40s. I don't know the name of the driver, he's an older man, with dark skin and gray hair. With each bump in the dirt road, my body shakes, and, in turn, my mind instinctively opens up. Where we're driving, I don't know, but my guide does. All I know is that he's taking me far away.
As the wind blows my hair, a single tear drips down my cheek, as I realize that what I once clung to, in a twisted understanding of love and need is no longer mine. My driver reaches over and puts his hand on my shoulder, understanding the emotions I'm feeling. He's been here before, many times, with many people. I raise one hand in the air, so as to gesture a last goodbye, and he knowingly hits the accelerator as we fly down the country road, sending dirt into a cloud behind us. I close my eyes, and gently fall into the quietest sleep. I am very tired, but my guide will drive through the night.