The dark road

I remember a dark road long ago,
headlights shining through the rain.
My memories, usually buried,
have risen from sleep again.

This was my home, everything I loved,
but life sweeps us away on endless roads —
like that road in the dark long ago,
when you were alive and life flowed.

What tragedy leaves me here,
without you, alone, dreaming of that highway,
forgetting, living another life day by day,
and remembering you only when dreams turn to light.

I remember that dark road;
it runs through my heart and sleep.
We only know what we know at the time,
and I thought forever was ours to keep.

I wouldn't go back to the graveyard
of the life we lived and the days we spent.
I am here now, and here forever;
the past sleeps, with all its sentiment.