The Road We Walked.

The road we used to walk

is a motorway now

and traffic passes by

in an almost endless line

both ways.

But then it seemed less busy

and a single road

back and forth.

I chased you

along side the road

to tickle you

and hold and kiss

on the way home

from school.

Now I stand and watch

the endless traffic passing,

but you are no more,

death stole you away

some years ago,

and only a memory of that time

and road and you and I

beneath that long ago

summer sky.