Headlights blossom across the rainswept screen
As the rain hammers on the roof of the cab
When the rabble parts she’s suddenly seen
Dragging her little suitcase through the pack
Her lips, her brows and soundless bell of hair
Are as memory drew them, just the same; but
Her eyes are mercurial ghosts that skim the glare
And glide beneath the dappled shadows of the rain
My apprehensive kiss flows into a crude embrace
And the sharp breath through her nose is frustration
As she turns, looks out the window to hide her face
And disappointment corrodes my elation
Whether it’s love or courage, I hardly know
But this can only be perfect if I let her go.
Theme Park at its Darkest 