We met by chance..
you strong, dark, handsome met
me young, sweet, and niave.
what you said to me
Can I bum a smoke
I gave him a pack.
This was the start of our
romance.
You were looking for someone to love, and take good care of you
you never really had that.
I needed someone to care for. Wanted to be adored.
And never left.
Both of us had deep sorrows.
It was karma. Or maybe kismet.
One long breath
And then tomorrow. Your dark and handsome is coming on strong.
You wanna take me home.
What's your name little girl? You ask me with whisky and stale cigarette breath.
The smell of teenage rebellion really turned me on. You'd smuggled whisky in to the BK lounge. Sipping on a jack and coke.
Smoking a pack of free smokes.
We laugh together at some dirty jokes. You say to me
You've got the most beautiful brown eyes.
I blush. You brag. Your a city boy.
you come from Charleston. We should go out you say.
We can go to the movies. But tonight. Let me take you home.
I have no phone. My dad's on his way.
Not tonight I say.
Same time. Same place. The next night.
Neither of us slept. Our thoughts were mingled already. Thinking of each other.
both yearning, both with empty spaces.
Day three. You walk in. My heart races.
Break time comes. I sit next to you. bum a smoke.
You say hey I just got a place.
Cool I say. Grab your coke. Have a taste.
I'm looking for a room mate. What do you say.
How about you and me we runaway.
I couldn't stop thinking of you last night.
Same I say. I see adventures in your eyes.
Why not I think.
OK. I say. When. how.
How bout now. I'll meet you at the back door.
My heart beats with fast.
My feet make a mad dash. I hop in your old Grenada.
You Rev the engine. baby hold on. In a flash.
We're gone.
We park by a dam talk. Suddenly half the nights gone.
Before we leave I sing you a song.
And I break down in tears
such a sad heart. To many past hurts.
You take me to my house, talk to me softly and quiet my fears.
I haven't ever felt so brave. You make me feel bold, confident. Unjudged. unafraid.
As I gather my stuff. I think to myself. I will never again be my mother's slave.
I will cook and clean for him. Be his lover, and his friend. We will counsel each other. And one day our hearts will mend.
With my Meger suitcase under my arm. I climb in your car and steal one last look at the farm. On dasher, on danger, on good times and adventure.
The car squeals out and and we are in enveloped into the black silky night.
on a one way flight







x'