A Familiar wreckage
I see you at every major intersection.
The crossroads of my life dotted with the
Exhaust fumes of a love burned out,
Sputtering along the worlds most futile road.
Dead end signs approaching us fast and hard,
Until it was too late to readjust,
Too head on to step on the breaks.
At the last minute all we could do
Was close our eyes, grit our teeth,
And hold our breath.