Middle of Nowhere

He could feel it, just hanging out there in the Cosmos like a cloud of acrid gas waiting to burn him through closed eyelids. 

Again. It was happenneing again.
This time not because he he didn't act...or couldn't...just that it would have been worse than losing everything again.
He knew she was with someone else.
He knew.

He could also tell

that it was going to do no good to sit and think about it.

But he was going to anyway. And keep thinking about it.
Getting so smashed all he could do was sit on the back porch and nod out

Listening to the storm coming.

The rain.

The rattling aspen leaves showing their undersides

ahead of the storm.

                                                                His parents' back porch.
An empty house now, save him, living without turning on lights.

Stumble out to the car after the storm.

Recover.

Move from bar to bar through empty streets.

He woke up staring at fence and razor wire

and thought he was a prisoner again.

He was just in the back seat with an empty half
and a headache.
and a bad memory attached

to a foggy sunrise he could bare remember.

...and knowing

it was beyond repair. That he was dreaming.

Never come true. Never come true.
It could never come true.