Highway

Grief is an on ramp
Onto an endless highway
Where the rules constantly change
You can cross lanes
Some times the ride is steady
Other times it hurts
There are unexpected back-ups
Fender benders
And flat tires
The destination can feel close
Even though it never comes
Or it can feel like an infinite road
Nevertheless
It always feels like a much different trip
When you have to get reaccustomed to doing it
All alone