DEATH Poem: Break the Cycle, by Devin Mortensen-Miller

Every trip I looked
In the window of
Diesels that passed by
Neck craned and sanguine

Every commute I hoped
To see them on the road
My last memory was
The convoy

Every drive I tried
For years, to find the one
That didn’t want
To be found

Every trek I scanned
For any sign, thinking
If they saw me
It’d change their mind

Every ride I reflect
Breaking the cycle to
Be the parent that mine needs
And not the one I had