A Long, Dark Road

The silence between them, is visually keen while the sound from the tires, is picking up speed With her head turned away, she is called to the window where poles along the roadside, cast ominous shadows The drone of the highway stifiles air all around them and has filled up the muteness with an apocalypse wind Far down the freeway, nestled like hives are the small housing tracts, tiny houses alive Burning the night, like unreachable stars She imagines a couple, sharing a table sharing their day, while children would play Where every small thing, was sorted and labeled Where people shared dinner, together are able, to know with assurance that nothing will change Her hands in her lap, and fingers are numb Bemused she will wonder where her body has gone All the signs, sights, silhouettes seem depleted She takes a deep breath, as the car travels on There's a sound of a sigh, and a world passing by The road going home....is a road that is long _______________________________________________ Submitted for the contest: Melancholy Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron _______________________________________________