Driving slowly

I think of you and the setting sun,
Reflecting on both on a long drive.
Too picturesque or too bland,
I wish I knew,I wish someone told.
The phone blinks and I tremble,
From the anger of the day gone by.
A mask or shade of my relationship,
With you in the fleeting moment.
I let you go to free myself,
I let your hair strand rush away from me.
I might have defaulted in love,
I know somehow that none was wrong.
The pale sun washes my face,
My stomach is sinking like my mood.
Was I right to have walked away,
Or did you walk way from where I stood.
Thoughts were never easy with you,
Now they have become more cloudy.
I let go off my own ideas in the drive,
I see everything but a shadow of you.