Ghost Puddles

As fast as you can, never will you splash.

Vanishing asphalt
and the road a blur,
I glide over the smooth black,
Looking for where we were.

Miles and miles of torn tracks, tragic death of dog, blown-out tires and

splattering tears from the heavens.

We are so far now,

But your presence

Has been permanently burned
Into my present.

Chest still warm with your nectar's wine.
Face still kissing mine.
Your remnants wafting from my hair.
I feel you, my love. Everywhere.