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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