It was 1964 he was a senior in high school she a freshman

He went to war

She to the street

Both died

Colors dance in pales as river flows purple shadows playing in evening mist

Kissed by sunsets fleeing hearts bleeding freely on a need to be more than a memory

Eyes searching mine for so much more than I am able to give as daily passes for love

Waiting on a corner for the passion of the street touching me to the core everything

Warm her body to mine as it screams please be everything I need this night

Lonely shared in a room paid in hourly rate as the walls take every word

Want met in passion spent harden by years given to others wanting and fleeing

Seeing comes as part of time leading presence to road of home left long ago

As the ceiling moves to whirls of colors bending drugs into voices taking

She disappears into the darkness of hurt and pain traveling past bedpost dreaming

He offers a way out of this world of fantasy

She laughs leaving him as before alone