On the road again

Just words

Highway 80,

never ending,

the long ride to California,

maybe escaping?

what we leave behind,

love begone,

love cast out?

Are we running to?

Or away?

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She asked me,

were you killed-off by love?

I loved this woman,

sultry dress, scent of Summer flowers on her tender skin,

soft glances of hello.

I told her.

Love doesn't kill us,

greed does.

When you love someone.

We don't own the love,

we appreciate the gift of the kiss.

She smiled and she thought a-bit.

She whispered,

then why do you swim in things lost?

                                  Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Some words.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A profoundly sad write filled with your romantic words and notions as the protagonist seems lost and known not if they are moving towards peace or running from pain.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you John for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Kelly Scheppers]

"...why do you swim in things lost?" We do, you know. Such a chilling revelation. That's a mighty powerful closing line, John. It certainly gave this reader something to ponder.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kelly. Life should be new opportunity. Regret, reminders for us to be kinder.