He smiled cheerlessly, humble pride
His hat in hand as he glanced at the sky
“I think it’s time we said goodbye.”
“So do I,” she lied.

He left just the way he came
In a red Mustang in the rain
As she ignored the pain
Of a broken heart pumping blood through her veins.

She had known it would not last
A strange man of bohemian class
Dressed unrefined, hair wind-curled
Only passing through her world.
A small-town waitress fascinated
As his stories a new world created.

“I’m a wandering soul,” he warned;
What her mind always ignored.
“I’ve always been on my own;”
She wanted to make him a home.
Tiny anchors hold large ships
She hoped to capture him with the kisses of her lips
Grasp a piece of the strange outside
Maybe escape to there by his side.

He smiled on the outside, but inwardly cried
To extinguish the flame growing inside-
“I think it’s time we said goodbye.”
“So do I,” she lied.