I See A Road Stop Up Head Poem by Mark Heathcote

I see a road stop, uphead.
No, that's nothing new.
But I'm not talking about a highway,
I'm not talking about a romantic boulevard
Or a busy thoroughfare or even a slow lane motorway

I see a road stop, uphead.
No, that's nothing new.
Signals are if I go any further I'm dead,
All indications are I must leave you
And find another way…

I must leave you and go my own way…
What use is there to pretend?
When we're not even good friends
Look there's a crossroads with a sharp turning left
And I want you to continue straight ahead.

I can't even look into your eyes
No, that's nothing new.
But the simple truth is I'm leaving you
I've gone as far as I can or you can take me.
Now I must end this journey alone without you.

I see a road stop, uphead.
And no, that's nothing new.
But I can't longer travel for this course, so I'm leaving.
But still, I dearly love you.
I dearly love you and no, that's nothing new.

What use is there to pretend?
When we're not even good friends
Look there's a crossroads with a sharp turning left
And I want you to continue straight ahead
I see a road stop, uphead.
And no I no longer am travelling that road home.