This is about us:

[10dotsinlarceny]

I used to love the
open road
I used to brazenly take it hazily
coursing over onyx tar

now I'm afraid
of the road; it
has betrayed me and I
have cheated it

the road still twists
without me
with all its
allure it still

goes on without me
and I find myself
wanting so badly
to love it again

I see myself coursing
again over the tar
squinting in the wind
holding your hand