Symbolizing Our Decay

The tracks are barren now,
no train has made for this direction in a decade,

but that was us always taking the road less traveled.

Oh how I relive our breaking point staring at the cracks in the rails,

taking notice of the vines and weeds growing straight through a once steady surface.

The tracks disappear around a bend,

I stand here numb
in a thought that they will disappear just as surely as you faded from me,

leaving me to stand in place with no inclination of the route to take.

These tracks how they appear to symbolize us in the aftermath.

How my heart lay rusting in the mid day Sun, and tears...

my tears fall just as surely now to face the barren tracks leading to nowhere...

Once they led me somewhere....

Once my heart rested at the end of the tracks,

impatiently waiting to embrace me, coffee and a cigerette.

Sweet and savored kisses waiting...

To linger...

when I turned to walk back the way I came staggering and empty handed.

We are merely a memory of better days when the train steamed down the lines bringing us together.

The tracks are decaying,

as was our destiny,

they rust and crack in our passing.

I can only stand at the start of the tracks and remember what is lost to the end.

The tracks were much easier to pass back then.