Asphalt, my Mirror

Who would've known the asphalt would play my mirror?
That in its cracks I would recognize my own scars?
That on its surface I would find the corseness of my tired skin?

I stand over it and I admire it
From a whole "me" away
I can barely help lying face down on it
Intimately looking it in the eyes
Imagining the reflection and I are one and the same

We are not the same
Tomorrow the road crews will patch it
They will heal the cracks on the asphalt
At least for a while