She said a little that meant a lot .
It was goodbye in the parking lot .
He stared down .. his boots were scuffed like his soul.
There was no way to speak and hold on to control.
Ambushed at the last minute .
There’s no way to win it .
This was just life , she wasn’t his dream .
So maybe this one wasn’t happy or right .
Tomorrow would be good , there was nothing to be gained by the fight .
As she walked away the good memories were alright . His scuffed up soul could use a rest tonight .