Middle of the Road, Written 11/10/14

Middle of the Road, Written 11/10/14

The brisk November morn breaks to a clear autumnal day;

the sun highlighting all the veins of colour in the leaves.

And as you step, they slowly fall, down to their concrete grave

through which you tread,

Walking in the middle of the road.

You pause to take a wholesome breath upon the crosswalk stripes

The smell of fall prompts your mind, bringing her face back to life.

The air that whistles by your lips just faintly tastes of hers.

Remember kissing

Standing in the middle of the road?

The trees depose their lovers' warm embrace into the streets,

Alas this smell is naught but the necrosis of those leaves.

Thus like how she shed you, with winter's coldness in her face

You fell to your knees,

Crying in the middle of the road.

Remembering that she was not the only one to leave

You hold your tears and bring yourself back to that summer night

Where childhood friends sat after midnight, laughing in the dark.

You're back there with them,

Sitting in the middle of the road.

No memories of that which was can bring them back to you,

The past will fade under the cold, just as the leaves soon will.

This mindfulness exhausts you and you cannot find the will

To move, so you stay

Lying in the middle of the road.

The bitter cold and darkness fill the air and choke the life

out of the day, and sputters into yellowing streetlights.

You hope that fire in your soul is a phoenix of life,

As you feel yourself

Dying in the middle of the road.