Heart Beating In Time

Each day without fail the road would visit the house (it was the only house the road knew) and the house too would look forward to the road’s visit. Over the years they became good friends. Then one day the house died from lack of people and was torn down until it was only memory and rubble. The road continued to visit it but could only stare into empty space at the place where the house had been. The road was lonely. At night it talked to the landscape and the stars but life was never the same again. One day the road just up and died from lack of use. Now only the dream of a memory exists and the landscape and stars talk to themselves and try to remember what it is...they have forgot.