Parked Cars

There’s more than just cars

Between the fading white lines

Of the Wal-Mart parking deck.

There lies my flat tire optimism,

My dented perspective

Of the fatal mixture of

Love and lies.

 

And I recall when we’d climb

Straight to the top,

Throwing pebbles over the edge

Just to watch them fall,

Oblivious to the metaphor

They became for it all.

 

But even months later

All I can see is that it

Overlooked the water

The way you overlooked me

During the coldest December

I can remember.

 

This is how I marked the end

Of a time when I finally felt full

Just to be drained again

The moment you turned off

The headlights.

 

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