Routes

I met your ex for the first time tonight.
I wanted to tell him he had good taste
or that he was an idiot for letting you go.

But all three of us have been divorced,
we are all on the same wide road of life.
I followed all the signs of my heart to find you,
but idiocy is always waiting.
Its why there are white lines where the curb falls off,
and double yellow lines where
it is not safe to pass, even when its not good
to stay behind a truck for days.

Around the heart are nightmares.
They tell the heart where to go,
with its wise eye on the lines,
and its occasional need for risk.