The County Line Motel

We met up once a month at the County Line Motel For a night of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Left our mundane lives behind, out by the county line; Nothing fancy but a lot of privacy. I know you’ll understand, how much I felt like a man With this beautiful woman wrapped in my arms. We made love through the night, leaving before the morning light, With both our phones set to work as alarms. But then came that day, near the end of the month of May When she didn’t show up at the allotted time; I laid alone in the bed, when the anchorman said, “Our top story is about a suicide-murder crime.” I nearly let out a scream, when I saw the pictures on the screen And realized I’d never hold her again. She wasn’t just another in a long line of lovers; She was my soul mate and had become my friend. And still once a month I go to the County Line Motel For a peaceful night of sad remembrance. Remembering the girl who once rocked my world And was for me a lover’s deliverance.