The endless road

Tonight we dine in black
in rooms stained with memories.
Drive home; back
to a time when she pressed
deeply, warmly against our sides
before the wind blew desolate
behind our eyes.
‘Hold on tight,
we need to cross’.
‘Hold on tight,
you’ll get lost’.
Screams broke through
the youthless hisses
and windshield kisses.
How could we not see
the cars swing wild,
crunch and burn and
steal our child?

Tonight we dine in black
pushing back tears.

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