maybe.

i craved the open road,

the quiet peace that comes

with being alone,

copper sun shining

on a burning horizon,

the highway sound carried

like whispers on the wind

i wanted to travel the world,

my heart much too big

for this small place

we would climb to the roof

and watch the dark drink in the day

we would make wishes

on moonless nights,

promises that we would escape

i was always one step away

from losing my mind

in this place

but i think i always knew

that you would stay

and you always hoped i would too

we spent our youth

in this back and forth,

but you soon realized

that my running was inevitable

i suppose,

i always assumed

that you’d still be here,

a beacon of light

guiding my eventual return

but as the years pass,

the light fades

the room gathers cobwebs

the photos are covered in dust

now, we simply

leave a candle burning,

a little light in the hallway

of this museum of memories

filled with all the bits and pieces

of a past we left behind

maybe one day

i’ll clean the place up

maybe one day

i’ll make this house

into a home

– ashley jane

the time is now.

you were all wiles and charms,

sensual depths dancing behind midnight eyes

and lips that devoured my secrets

i gave no resistance

you always knew how to play me a melody,

a pied piper beckoning

with velvet words and a lyre of lies

i fell for it every time

(but even hearts like mine know

there’s a time for letting go)

– ashley jane

Wild Horses

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We were always
so good at running,
trading morning glories
for lavender nights,
whiskey sunsets
for a tequila sunrise
in a misguided attempt
to save others from us
We made a new home
out of back seats
and bar stools
and blue highways,
always one breath away
from being convinced
that, maybe, we could stay

But, we were never meant
for one place,
our hearts too much
like wild horses,
and running
was in our veins

Breath of Words© 5/6/17

photo by Sammy Frazier