She wasn't lost
Yet he needed someone to rescue
Looking up from his own rock bottom
He caught a glimpse of himself in the bar room mirror
Loose toe hanging from his neck
Disheveled hair and hard circles under his eyes
One too many empty glasses of scotch
Saving himself seemed like too much effort
Too much time which he could have spent drinking away
Bitter memories, lonely nights
The she walked into the bar
The streetlight causing a false halo around auburn curls
Worn black cowboy boots showed the traits of a traveler
A gypsy heart
Adventure and freedom running through her veins
Tainted by cheap whiskey and lonely nights under the spotlight
Singing melodies of a life from too long ago
His eyes watched the wandering girl sit down in a booth at the back
This was his opportunity to not focus on himself
And the demons running circles in his mind
Smiling up at him, she offered the seat across from her
YOU ARE READING
The Letter: Beneath A Southern Sky
PoetryHe was back home to say goodbye to the love he lost years before. She lost herself as her name in lights faded. Tonight, they meet. ~ A Work In Progress ~
