Is it any wonder, Sarah?

Nashville had that breath of the wider world for her
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