Frequent Flier Miles

The sadness travels.

Across oft-traveled pathways.

Knowing fully the shortest route…

Obeying traffic lights and stop signs.

To keep from being pulled over. Halted. Deterred from its mission of misery.

Not today. As long as today is called its name.

No one knows about tomorrow’s possible visitors, but yesterday definitely remembers.

Remembers all about your frequent unexpected liaisons with my brain.

You overstay your welcome sometimes.

But not today.

smileyhappysarah, 8-12-16

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