She Still Finds Me Sometimes

Alone

undaunted

unparalleled

driving into crystal black night

wanting to forget

all the mistakes

that drove her away,

remembering

the highs, the lows, and all

the bad little gambles

that I made

to keep her coming back

to new surprises.

She stayed on

longer than I thought

but I knew

she wasn’t really there

not like before

like the times

in the poppy fields

where we rolled around

at dusk

the sun setting

the dust

settling

and the birds

singing

only

to our hearts.

And down by the brook

underneath the forest canopies

where the path went forever

walking

hand in hand

moment in moment,

time stopped

and we were in it.

The river ran deep

and in between,

up the hill,

and back down again,

regaining some of the energy

that had been lost

but only for a moment

then she parted again

gradually then quickly,

off to another place

so far away

I could barely see her

anymore

and by that time

it was all

together too late

she was gone.

But sometimes like tonight

she still finds me

out here

driving in the rain

alone.

The funny part about it

is that

I let her.