the open road

the clutter,
the piles of clothes
and books
everywhere,
making
it hard to walk
three feet
in any direction.
the vines
blocking
the sidewalk,
the overhang
of the tree,
the fence that
wouldn't open so
that you could
get into
the driveway.
the shoes on the
steps,
the bed stacked
with laundry.
the dying battery
of her phone.
everything a roadblock
to her psyche,
to her soul,
to her body.
these were
things you chose
to ignore,
but now are as
clear as the open
road.