Summer Love.

In that summer that wasn't anymore,
in the mode of her exit, front seat,
right side for her, but so wrong for me.
She became a passenger northbound,
sad face bathed in the August sun,
the taste of her petulant lips,
still fresh on my own,
she couldn't look at me,
without tears welling up,
in those lovely liquid eyes,
so she sat chin up,
and stared at the paradise
where we'd spent our summer love,
as the taillights vanished
down the long dirt road,
she turned back once
with a sad wave,
a kiss  blown
and then she was gone.
I never saw her again.
Sometimes when I am
lost in the vast
extremes of lonely,
I am back on that dirt road,
just under the shade of the trees,
sharing that last kiss so tender,
eyes closed, heart aching
for more than fate could ever grant.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis