I pull the truck out
and head for the open road-
our relationship
splattered all along the highway;

our history written on the highway signs;

The Good:

Curves Ahead
Soft Shoulder
Yield
Slippery when wet

The Bad:
Under Construction
Fines Double
Do Not Cross the Double Yellow
Uneven Highway
Stop
Icy Road
Slippery When Wet
Caution

Divorce

Everywhere memories
our Road Kill.

But I can see the mountains
from here.

I can see forever from here,
there is no destination
outside my windshield.

I can drive forever-
my radio my counselor
music my conductor
my friends live in the CB
I can drive forever
I can drive forever
away
far far away
from here.

Lonnie Hicks

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/driving-my-roads/