The End of the Road
We parked at the end of the road
Like so many times before
The moon was a sight to behold
In the eyes of the one I adore
It was there, where we first kissed
Two kids discovering love
The moon twisting my wrist
Gave my cowardly heart a shove
Some nights, we'd just sit and talk
What we wanted life to be
Occasionally, get out and walk
Take a blanket, neath the cottonwood trees
Spring breaks, at home from school
Even after we'd tied the knot
Since that very first time, I'm a fool
For the moon in your eyes, in our spot
Tonight we're here once again
Our past, worth more than gold
From that first time here, just friends
Parking at the end of the road
December 31 2016
by Daniel Turner
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