Traffic Jam

My heart aches and creaks
As I lurch over the wheel in front of me
I can feel my pulse increasing
Too many thoughts are traveling
1000 miles and hour
down the highway of my mind
There is a traffic jam
between memories of her
and memories of him.
It starts to clear in the distance
but not before the drivers of these thoughts
have become angry and impatient.
They all want to go their own way
but the detours start to build
the frustrations start to multiply.
I want to get off this road
I want to go back
I want have the time I need
The time needed to go to these places.
Time I don't have
Time I will never have.