it was romeo and juliet from the start
he was a country boy, and she was from the city
they were a walking contradiction
traveling down a very long road with no regard for the consequences
summer love, it seems, was a wild thing
she was his only care in the world, his essential
if she was a bird, so was he
and she would go anywhere with him.
they spent every night in his truck
smelling like diesel fuel
curled up on cracked leather
not the red velvet she had once expected
beneath the luminous moon.
the anxiety of tomorrow was lost
on those two, their heartbeats, one
believing it would never be over
fighting time, refusing to acknowledge
what was just over the horizon
the day she left was like pearl harbor
as she stepped into that taxi
his world got kinda quiet
and there was no recovery
the fire in his heart and the peace in his mind
had left with her and her paradiso inferno
he waited, every day for a year.
she had said it wasn’t over
but her word was shot to hell now
he was no one famous
there were no monuments dedicated to him
or buildings
and she would soon forget his name
for some calvin klein one man show
from the bright lights of the city
but although he had lost his
fleeting glimpse of eternity
he hoped against all odds that she would return
and when she did, they fell right back
to how things were, to the way things used to be.
time ran backwards
when they were together and
although he knew that she wouldn’t stay
he had lost her once
and knew he could do it again.
because, for him
it still wasn’t over
