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I had known she’d be home though she was hardly there anymore. She’d been that way ever since we’d both been tryin’ to even the score. I had stopped at the door—the paint was about rusted from our dripping eaves. Amidst the thunder in the trees, the birds had begun to lose their leaves. She had thought we ought to talk, just to try to survive. But there wasn’t much to say, much less keep alive. We left for the woods though there was no gettin’ away from it all. We took the back roads to catch as much as we could of the fall. She didn’t mind the storm, but I had to try to reach the sunset. I always had to drive. I’d been that way since way before we met. She had thought we ought to talk, just to try to survive. But there wasn’t much to say, much less keep alive. As the sun wore down, we thought we’d hike a while before it got cold. We stopped the car near a run-down house we’d spotted from the road The trees had grown up around close where the people had lived. The porch sagged under the boughs, it had nothin’ left to give. I wish I could remember where we were…
I guess we were at the end of some road But that’s just what I got in my head. The place was past weathered, the windows let the wind blow in. We wondered just how many lives had come and gone within. We stood at the center of the earth while the stars spun away. She spoke of latitudes but my gravity would not give way. On our way back to town we passed a store with dust on its shelves. The seasons would divide us, I’d be seven directions from myself. Lookin’ back, I long for my life with her that might have been. But, along with what used to be, there’s just a house we never lived in.
I wish I could remember what she’d said. I guess we were at the end of some road But that’s just what I got in my head.
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