Transgressions

In the quiet darkness just before dawn,

I headed for California at night…

The ferry shrank in my rearview mirror,

Until the present was out of sight.

Every mile down the road,

Erased another week, a year…

Inching by as sign posts passed,

Towards the life I once held dear. 

Most of the friends I revisited,
Found new friends to take my place...
Those I missed the most of all
Were in a totally brand new space. 

I discovered there’s no time travel,

No matter how the road is long…

I knew driving back on the ferry,

The past is a memory, but gone.