The day he asked,
"Do you still care?"
you giggled, turned away,
walked into a dirt devil
throbbing in sunshine,
abducted,
taken to a place
where words, oaths, promises
carried no weight,
where the wishes
of a foolish boy -
heard no more.
Heart-break,
your mother at his side, calling,
"Talk to him - he's traveled so far."
You, fleet swimmer, surged beyond
the boundaries of crashing waves,
found peace in the open sea,
knowing no allegiance, whether
Jesus, Big Bopper, Big Dipper,
or Rama-lama-ding-dong.
It might have worked, you thought,
but those hands of his - too damned clammy,
then fled the scene,
a smoker on break
racing to
sweet, fiery freedom.
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