She dreams of lilacs
in the rain.
Something about old country songs
and a June downpour
brings out the nostalgia.
She says:
“Love is never quite the same
after it destroys you the first time.
You can love again
but you never give yourself
so completely again…”
She smiles at young hearts
running free.
Something about rock and roll,
leather in neon lights,
brings out the rebel she left behind.
“Those were quite the nights,
back when we didn’t know any better…
Why are we so careful now?
Are we just that broken by time?”
She stands out on the edge
of this old prairie town.
Something about wondering
where life is going to go,
what’s down that open highway.
“I’ve said since 17 I would break free,
yet here I am. And I don’t even know
who I am anymore. Not after I let
heartbreaks take the best of me.
But I’m gonna find me
someday.”
She saunters home beneath
a watercolour sky
Something about settling in one place
after a lifetime of running
keeps her lingering here.
“I keep telling myself
I’ll get out of here one of these days.
But I just don’t know anymore.
You’re never quite the same
after love destroys you a time or two.
You can learn to live again
but you’re never quite
yourself again.”
