Wells Road

This place was a joy
to a drunken old man-
rainy June day,
stuck in the mud,
memories made-
right on this bench.
A field full of love
where we would escape,
dancing out in the open
to no music at all,
our bodies were one
and our hearts were connected.
The porch became a haven
to my smoke filled imperfection
as you watched from afar
in your car for protection,
my sin left behind-
hidden on a barrel.
It was all too familiar
for a girl like yourself,
the evils of flowers
had shown you ruin before-
so all along I knew
this road would end.
I could never blame you
for your Little mind,
we each need an escape.
I remember all of the suspense,
over a pretty dress-
so much so the color brings me thoughts.
Moments taken for granted,
make for painful memories.
Yet when the acre comes to mind,
I laugh.