Autonomous Love

On those roads we circled
concentric around each other,
a closing spiral. The town’s
streets only led to our doorsteps,
our gravel driveways. I shut
my eyes and opened the door
of the old sedan and I was yours,
every time. But we became
complacent, and the highway
drove us away, into flatland
sunsets and reimagined homes,
where no one waited to steer us
in the right direction.