June 9th 2006

I have been the road
That u used to travel on
Your tire tracks are implanted on
My soul
My face
My memories.

My soul is where you lived
But your soul didnt let me come in.

The tears on my face are physical reminders of
Your presence in my life.

The memories I have of us
Have gone flat.

You seem to have run out of gas
You seem to not be able to travel on my road
You look frustrated.

The road is marked
Under construction
No thru traffic.

There are things that need to change
For the road.

And it should start with the incoming traffic.