He liked the smell of gasoline
burning oil mixed with the wind
following the open road
into horizons lost to him
Always there’s another road
that leads into a setting sun
offering its own reminders
of where the riders day has gone
Again the darkness grips the day
he’s rolling on into the night
this undaunted rider lingers
seeking purpose, lost in flight
Running from a haunted past
one that chose him, not the same
as what he would have wanted there
just a rook within the game
Shadows in the headlight dance
as if some spirit follows whole
a gilded knight dressed for battle
come to save the heart he stole
Never mind for what he wanted –
was there ever hope to find?
No answers to the reasons why
her leaving him felt so unkind
He’d been cut in many fights
and he had fallen hard and fast
still never felt so torn and wracked
as the day he saw her last
The day she turned to face his back
and letting go left him to feel
the wind that ripped at every stitch
and cold hard hands against gray steel
The highwayman still wanders solo
uncertain where the road will end
yet certain all that matters now
is how this twisting road will bend
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