Paused

In a place I would never breathe the air again

Photo by Tim Eiden on Pexels

I got that feeling,
the one you get when you realize that
you’ll never visit a place again.
I pulled over to the side of the road,
and I took note of an orange desert sky,
a scene that would never be repeated,
in a place I would never breathe the air again.
I just drank in my surroundings, I paused my existence,
I gave myself over to the moment.