Hearts and Rainbows Forever Dream

delicately she balances on the edge of the crisp sheets of the motel room's bed wearing her hoodie and jeans fashionably not speaking except in the nervous fidget of her hands but its her homespun beauty that is the tale to be told truth of her breath catching when she thinks she hears him in the distance truth of her writing his name in the dew of dawn on the windshield with the promised hearts and rainbows forever dream its a little past two am in the motel next to the highway the door is open letting in the ever present scent of diesel and late summer georgia night air she sits in the pool of light on the motel room bed looking out into the darkness next to the highway there are no tears no words they have long since rushed out and washed away now there is only the waiting for the sound of his truck his boots on the gravel she sits in the pool of motel light ignoring the fading glories of the night ignoring the fading glories of her youth he will come for her and everything will be right