where do you begin? where do I end?

Headlights
illuminate
two harsh circles of light
in the night

this two lane
country road
twists and turns
under my navigation

I’ve been
flying past
this scenery
more and more
each week
drawn to you
by a history
too steeped
in time
to be anything but
sepia toned

Each minute
binds us
tighter together

strand upon strand

until
the line
between
loving and smothering
blurs
beyond distinction

I can’t remember
a time you
weren’t there
and I can’t imagine
a future
that doesn’t
include you

When it comes
time to leave
once more

Will the strings snap
or merely bend?

Will I remember
how to
stand alone
again?