The weatherman said on news radio
As I saw the Sun still brilliant in her eyes
From making love in a field of flowers the day before
And kissed her slow and passionately as she hastened to leave
Whispering in my ear before she closed the door
"There are plenty of fairy tales left in Hell."
She smiled before goodbye and I laughed like a fool
Before the moment of realization came with the tears
Like a wicked slap across the face from a demon
Or the sense that you will never again see the one you love.
And like clockwork I drove away
As the rain began to fall while the radio blabbered on
All I could see was the light in her gaze
Like a high beam on the road
Thinking of Hellish fairy tales
That would never be
In this world
Perhaps.
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