Country Roads

An old man in an old truck–
Gut stretching the seat belt,
Gun rack loaded,
Bullets beneath the bench seat.
He lost what he wanted
A long time ago,
Using it all up,
Spending long moments
Away from his life.
The other he left there
His best girl with big eyes.
She saw his potential
He didn’t believe her.
He left her waiting
With nary a call
He came back to his house
No longer his home.

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