At the Start

I was in the backseat

staring out the window

watching Ohio trees
fall into Pennsylvania fields
rising to Virginia mountains.

Someone else had
control of the radio dial
but all I heard was you.

You say
a lot of things
at the start

when you are
convincing someone
you are worth loving.

What happens to
those words when
the end comes?

If I ran through those trees
disappeared into that field
rose up and over the mountains
would I find them there?

Would I find you?
Would those words
still be true?

What a beautiful idea.
The loveliest of love poems.

But when the end comes
the words that started it all
just aren’t true anymore.

And all you are
left with
in the end

is a sinking suspicion
they weren’t true
at the start.


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