The List

Last night I sat and wrote a list,

the Pros and Cons of what you did.

I stared at the wrinkled page with

its simple division

between reality and delusion.

To the left an impossible world,

but to the right the actuality of our life.

And the fact that the bad doubled

the good

was no surprise to these speckled eyes of mine.

Yet I must choose a path to follow

Take care of your heart were the doctor’s orders

a ventricle for life, the other pumping death.

Take the wrong one, be cold and stiff.

And so I sit before the leaf,

your face etched in every frantic scribble,

wondering if ‘idiot’ means you or me.

 

TransCanada – Heart’s Only Companion

A road sits between her house and his

and traces her every journey

watches the fever and the rapture

hears the same rhythm and blues.

Notices the details he neglects

savours the thirty clicks

patiently awaits her return

the highway is her true and constant companion.

The long flat direction ahead.

glances into the mirror at the girl that looks back.

The main drag, witness to the love, the familiar, the fracture,

jealous of her destination.

Asphalt, there for the car’s breakdown, battery fails,

so does her heart.

cushions her foot  as it kicks at air. Remedy.

From heart to highway,

she sees the tears, the distance, the nearness, the joy

The reluctance, the break, the ice, the spins.

That one night, dark as night,

it was night, the end, frustration and ache. The blurry

road behind the lament, the blaring

lights between gasps of survival.

I’m fine, I’m fine, she’s fine.

And this is how the highway feels, each and every time, never any heeling

TransCanada/TransRomance

my best friend, heart swelling.

 

Highway One – Heart’s Other Companion

A road sits between her house and his

and traces her every journey

watches the fever and the rapture

hears the same rock and roll.

Notices the same details he’ll never forget

savours the thirty clicks, that he counts down

while he draws out her departure, it is the passage.

the highway is her true and constant companion, but not her true love.

The long flat direction ahead, to his arms.

glances into the mirror at the girl that looks back, beautiful for him.

The main drag, witness to the love, the familiar, the reunion,

the road, jealous of her destination, her intensity.

Asphalt, there for the car’s breakdown, battery fails,

but never her heart.

Keeps her awake, keeps her safe, for him,

alone.

From heart to highway,

she sees the tears, the distance, the nearness, the joy

The anticipation, the race, the warmth, the spins.

That one night, dark as night,

the beginning, the ache of the unknown. The blurry

road behind the euphoria, the blaring

lights between gaps in memory.

I love, I love, she loves.

And this is how the highway feels, each and every time.

TransCanada/TransRomance

my best friend, heart swelling.

She lives near the TransCanada,

and so does He.