The Highwayman

Bringing this up tonight for AJ, remembering how a broken heart and cold blue steel can feel, leaving wounds that only time can heal …

grandfathersky

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

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