As familiar notes play, I lay

reminiscing when they were companions.

The shrill and the loud,

roaring of engines,

and beating of pistons.

They were friends,

they were enemies,

they were complementary frequencies.

Testaments to modern lore

my ears fancied the former more.

The road carries on other friends

forgetting those it had.

I left a crack in it,

the others did too

my selfish self wants it to remember mine

but the road’s selfish too.

What does run through and through,

its scars it remembers but never recalls.

Will I remember it too,

after seven summers and a fall?

While the box played same tunes again

they were different this time.

Its partner danced gracefully,

and they joined in harmony.

Is it solipsistic to find their fight again?

Its companions change every turn

and scars get filled.

How the air changed it, I get now

it changed me too. The past-

I can’t dwell on or on the ‘now’.