"Total Freedom"
Dear midnight,
meet my heartbreak
where roads cross
over my weary soul.
Sometimes this dirt road
leaving the city
is my only solace
from memories lingering
on street corners,
kisses by four ways,
embraces beneath bar lights,
laughter echoing down alleys,
brazen rebel hearts,
leather against lace,
bright eyes
and we called it freedom.
Meet where his soul
sometimes crosses mine,
where perhaps he still
thinks of me
driving past fields,
lopsided shacks
long left behind
the way we left us
five years ago.
I wove him into poetry
then tore up the pages.
Blinding summer sunsets,
a romantic glare
blinding me to
what freedom truly was.
Meet where we parted:
the driveway where goodbye
was just a word
and leaving was the only way out,
where that auburn July sun
drenched the prairies in
rage before melting into
indigo sorrow.
I cried for so long.
And the wildflowers
he once picked for me
were left behind
to fend for themselves
long after the hum
of wheels passed on the highway.
Meet where I stood
on some desolate back road
suffocated in darkness
all around me,
longing to become
an evanescent memory
of the woman he loved.
Meet me there so someone
can remind me that
darkness isn’t always
a morose prison.
Sometimes it’s the hours
before a hopeful twilight
brims the horizon
waiting to flood over
waiting to show me
there is as much total freedom
in being alone
as there ever was
while in love.
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