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.
