Aftermath Poem by Louis Payne

Coming back through the road
I use to turn off full beams
And headlights full of you,
You are here again

As cracks reappearing
Back in my mind;
Some rear view road
Closed off behind.

When, after coming out of this everytime,
Meeting you on some different route,
It opens up
And suffers all again,

The road
Stretched back
It seems to meet some common cause,
Some love in me I lack.

But I can't turn back,
These feet we used
To tread the tracks are tired out,
Like graves we visit now

But not with flowers
Nor any sentiments:
The memories
Are as dead:

Us going down and grass
Growing up instead.