the carpark

It's easy.

They paved the roads with dark black bitumen,
stained.
I drank beer and smoked.
Too numb.

A circle of friends.

You pass and wave.
Hold hands.
Again.
With another.

I take to my scars with razor.
Blade.

Twenty years on and i'll drink to your memory.
I'll drink til i forget,
the roads now paved.