Accidents

When we traveled at first together
we assumed it would be a journey
of sights and sounds we both wanted
totally throbbing and powerful,
an incredible rush of thrills.

But we never planned on flat tires,
engine breakdowns and most of all accidents.
Oh we found mechanics
at those pit stops of emergency.
They could fix the lack of hum,
each dent and ding.
Only they couldn’t repair
the bleeding memory of the mistakes
or any of the painful smashed illusions
that nothing could ever undo.

Silence replaced laughter,
distance transplanted oneness,
it has always been so cold now
where before we felt some warmth.
Now we're just cadaverous passengers
truly headed nowhere special,
except a morgue in our sleep.

Oh the paint job helped
to mask what time had ruined,
still inside I stopped pretending
there was any joy left along the way,
continuing to cruise
while swallowing every scream,
boredom strangling the brain
helped to keep the tears from falling.

Days still arrive
with us both holding on
unto the used vehicle of our relationship.
It might as well have been
in a junk yard for the lack of credibility,
sometimes you just keep on going
because it feels better
even in all the shakes and discomfort
over merely standing still.