You And Me Down The Road

Traffic cones like
Mutant Halloween hats
Lie, all
Kicked over and
Disrespected

The midges that
Land on my
Silky talced skin bring it
All back.
Last summer has me in its sweaty hand.

I love you most
In those short but
Frequent moments of
Objectivity, of
Uninvolvement, when you
Forget who I am