We Visit Her In The Home

She says that when we leave
she's sad
but in her head
she travels with us,
past the crossroads
over the bridge
through the village
and then...
Then off we go.
She stays with us
for as long as she can,
but the route
becomes unfamiliar, confusing;
night falls,
her vision blurs,
maybe it starts snowing
- she loses us
just as surely as we,
whether speeding to
or from her,
are losing her,
mile by mile, day
by day by day.