what do these roads spell

there aren’t enough of them,
as far as I can tell.

Maybe these streets are just scribbles,
no mysteries
no mess. 

Our minds cloud the path
for the guides in our chests. 

Let’s unwind
and rewind
each fight
from each night.

With tears,
I loosen your fingers
from mine. 

Through wet, bleary eyes
the clearest thought is the quickest way home.

Alone.