Streets Of Past Poem by Casey Gochnour

Driving down the street of my long lost past,
Past the streets of memories that wouldn’t last,
Last turn on the right, and it had the name of her,
Her now-ended street.

But it seems that road lost construction,
Losing sight of how it would function,
Cut to a stop without a sign,
That street that I had once called mine.

I’ll turn right again to see her face,
Hers and mine together, filling up space,
Eyes off the road, I’m losing track again,
Just as I lost her back then.

Wheels still spinning, engine revving,
Memories instilled, her face embedding,
Into my mind as I fall blind,
To anything but her.

The road stopped without warning,
And over the edge my car went soaring,
With me trapped inside, I don’t want to leave,
But I know I can’t stay.

Lost inside my mind, the street of my past,
Lost sight over memories that wouldn’t last.
I’d turned down her street, and with the press of my feet,
Leaped from the car right out of my seat.

Fell out into the air, falling forever,
Watching as the car fell with our falling endeavor,
I hit the floor simultaneous to it,
Never thought it could end like this.

Looking up to see the burning wreck,
Standing and spying upon my new trek.
A new road lay before me, but now I’m all alone,
To live on without sight of that past home.