Grey clouds extended claw-like overhead;
the early sun erupted into light,
and Benjamin wiped off a final tear.
He waved and grabbed his duffle bag to leave
behind this tiny town. The bus arrived
and with one look he took that fateful step
to his new life away from all he’d known:
a pilot winging through the same blue skies
he’d gazed at wide-eyed since he was a boy
on this wide plain between two distant peaks.
He watched his world awaken to the day
as the bus drew new paths on his life’s map.
He thought of the adventures he’d soon find,
while riding past so much now left behind.
His memories, a dusty album full
of sepia trees like towers to survey
the golden fields around his playground home.
He passed the hollow echo of that place,
where more than only childhood burned away.
A rope without a tire still caught the wind
where he had spun her laughing in the sun-
dappled shade beneath the gnarled old oak.
Gold hay bails melted from that same red barn
where she first kissed him all those years ago,
when life was young and love meant only hope;
when he still held the quill to pen his tale.
He thought of her and of her fiery hair,
and moonlit walks beneath the endless stars.
He wondered whether she was happy now
in her new life she’d chosen over him.


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