this is where the story ends

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