Friday, January 11, 2013
It was the girl in South Dakota who looked like Meg Ryan.
A boy who wrote, If love makes the world go round then let's revolve together.
It was no next phone call.
Too many emails too many years later.
When he thought of a future she planned her escape.
A never really there, a mind that wandered.
He was wild.
So was she.
A twist so slight it was hardly seen.
There was that one time in the grand canyon when she believed.
He whispered, This world was made for dreamers.
They built a fire, camped in a tent.
And that is when the fire exploded and shrapnel went everywhere.
What happened is this.
Today I am grateful for this.
These people, they were beautiful.