Road Stop – A Free Verse Poem

“You’re my favorite road stop,” she told me

Hair in her face, dancing in the breeze

I thought about what she could mean

That she’s a lone voyager, lost and exhausted

And finally found reprieve

Or that she’s on an expedition

Far, far away from here

One I could never begin to comprehend

Cause I’m just a road stop on her way to The End

I smile instead of asking where she’s headed

Right now, I’m present-tense

And that’s enough for me