This feels…
It feels like going on a road trip
Best friend at the helm
Trusting fully that they get you to your concerted destination

You sleep.
You trust.
You smile.
You feel the breeze.
You breathe.
You feel free.
You feel loved.
You feel safe.
You feel protected.
You feel like your home travels with you.
In him.

But then you wake up.
The car’s off the road.
You’re lost.
This isn’t where you’re supposed to be.
Where are you?
Where is he?
The car is broken, smashed.
You’re bruised and battered.
How did you sleep through something like this?

And he’s gone.