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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Tears and Tequila

“Here’s to red-haired cowboys
Who ride the wind to a lonely gas station
And steal an innocent heart,
The dreams set free for reasons still unknown,
And the nights I clung to my pillow instead of you.”

I stare at the ashen November sky
And savor my cocktail of tears and tequila,
Searching for the place in my yesterday
Where that seventeen year old is still in love with you.

2 comments:

Laurie Kolp said...

Nostalgic and very touching.

Mary said...

I like this poem very much. Love at 17 is such strong love really, despite a young age.