The road is foggier on our way home,
but, for some reason, the world
doesn’t feel so foggy anymore.
I guess it doesn’t really matter as much
what the future might be hiding,
since I have today.
We drive past the curve where
my daddy’s car flipped off the road,
and I don’t even close my eyes.
It’s the first time I’ve watched it pass
since the night my daddy died.