I leave all roads nameless, just like their destinations. <br /> <br />I chewed my thumbnail and spit the excess out of the window, <br />the small shape of a crescent moon spilling all over the highway. <br />There's trash all over in the medians, hitchhikers <br />wandering back and forth under the overpasses. <br />This morning, it's hard to see passed <br />the ice crystals on the windshield, <br />I pretend they are love letters composed for the sun. <br />That's how it is, and when it's not, it's should be. <br />That's how you can tell the difference between <br />a memory and, <br />an imaginary friend you once professed your love to. <br />I still tell you all of my secrets, because you are nameless, <br />because after a thousand on-ramps and exits, <br />you no longer exist.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-coupled-with-a-mix-cd-i-made-the-night-before-to-listen-on-the-trip-from-here-to-there/
