Sitting on the trunk of a black four door, holding the key to my 1940’s heart, he wiped my tears, cradled my trembling face in his aching hands and said everything we were both too proud to say with a single kiss.
Past evergreened hills, the sun set the sky aflame, “our love is here to stay” floating ambient throughout the open field we’ve grown to call “our spot” in this ghost town I call my home.
We scampered into the woods not unlike the rabbits we passed on our stroll down the dilapidated train tracks that once carried our soldiers home, but now was reduced to rubble kissed with rust. Dancing through ethereal skies of tart cerulean and shadows as thick as caramel, our lungs made love to the forest air. Dodging pine tree sap and railroad ties. Surprise. Surprise. Surprise.
to hang up your walking shoes
and rest here awhile."