Country

Here I am again, It’s spring in my little hometown, And you let me in To your mama’s dream Of a house And somehow.... It felt like home, Even the lilacs bowed In acceptance Of our fleeting reunion, Where you gave me a minute, Your once blue eyes Now dark with the weight Of broken promises, A juicy red slice Of Jersey memory Until it was time for me to go And you told me about the graveyard, And how the ancestors reminded you In your stab at sleep Of who they were, Gun slinging girl chasing whiskey loving Rogues, And your thick country boy arms Held my waist, Tight as midnight.... Even the maple tree heard you whisper Soft as the river, That I asked for way too much.