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.
