it felt like Home
enough like her dreams
to be miserable but feel grounded
at Home
finally
and revealed
before others comfortable even though she felt liquid like
that picture of her
heels
snow
large bottle of Vodka
it enticed and served to warn me
as did her heroic
tragic
lovely dirty white dress
her permanent Alabama pout
beneath her heavy eyelids
that told you she liked to kiss
and kiss
she fled one weekend
like she was me
suddenly in love with someone never mentioned
away she went
had a baby back home
living with her sister
convinced
love was her salvation
the grand forgiveness
the final hurdle
the way Home
the forever sunset
suddenly back and wanting to visit
declaring love and wonder
distrustful still
she made me wonder
