Roads

As a boy

I remember

Traveling across the 

Land

on highways

Stretching like

Black rivers 

Of onyx. 

Connecting me to you,

You to me,

He to she and

Who to who. 

Today, taking these 

Highways 

Jagged

Broken lines

Of grey,

Crisscrossing the 

Land

Like scabs,

Failing

Who and who

He and she

Built,

Decaying lines

Between me to you.