All That Remains

A broken headlight follows me wherever I go.
My friend follows me steadily past the abandoned fire station
past the dark old house full of
warm tangled sheets, raw pink lips and ash
shines through four white walls layered in
(lies) and heat.
It follows me past the yellow school
where knicked knobby knees peek out
from beneath the frayed hem of an overeager violet skirt
as small secret glances are barely kept by badly bound books
I look in the rear view mirror
(for in your eyes I see my own)
Blinding and broken
it lights my crooked path.

I keep driving, dear,
clear past the river
past the tracks
past the
past

I come to a dark and sly curve
a sinister grin of the Cheshire Cat
and I look in the mirror
(for in your eyes I see my own) and
instead of two lights I see but one,
for the lone white moon is
all that ever was, and
all that remains.