A Road Traveled in Love

I spent tonight in travel;
Traveling down a lonesome road;
A road not traveled in some time;
A road that we once strode.

A road that you and I together
Traveled arm-in-arm;
A road which could not ever
Lead us to the slightest harm.

For we traveled it locked in love;
A love that would always be;
Now as I search that lonely road,
I wonder what happened to you and me.

Can burning, passionate love be killed?
I can see scars along that road;
Singed spots where grass will never grow;
Deep ruts with signs of overload.

Bits of debris scattered about;
Layered with rust and with moss;
Remnants of a tattered blanket,
Stained from a picnic's applesauce.

Lots of memories lie by the side
Of this old lonesome, not-traveled view,
But the strongest of them all by far
Is the burning pain in my heart for you.

DaLovePoet
© 2001 Mike Diaz (All rights reserved)
2/9/01