I just said goodbye to my lover, Loretta,
For the very last time.
No more would she lie,
Now would I upset her,
And we'd wish the same to no one.
There was liquor if needed,
Five miles down a dangerous road.
There was plenty of nothing right here
If I needed to explode.
I stood and watched my child sleep
And it felt warm to stand
Beside her dreams.
I'd been distracted and taken up
With a love, or so *Retta had seemed
And the howling wind
Became my friend again,
Instead of something we'd hide against. . .
It felt good to feel our love
In the past tense.
It was then when love turned from
Wonder and lust to just sin.
And the whole insect world wanted in.
There were slave ants, stink bugs,
And scorpions with those tails,
All kinds of spiders, and the
Sheen of dragonfly sails