This is how all endings begin
She thought to herself
As he slid his body into the seat across from her
Forgetful names
Forgotten faces
Lingered in the aftermath of whiskey soaked nights
Blurring the lines between desire and lust
Want and need
In everything that was at the touch of your fingers
She had been here
One too many nights
Early mornings of sneaking out
Claiming what she needed
When all she was left with was herself
Six strings and a broken melody of the night before
If they were of any use to her
They would become a verse
In her repeated chorus of heartbreak
A different town each night
This is how all endings begin
She thought to herself
As she watched the world open within his eyes
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 ~
