You had me
or I you,
a mutual advantage
over our collective
disadvantages?

Enemies gossiped.
Friends snickered.
Loved ones hated
the thought of our time
together,
merging our wasted lives
into a swirling whirlwind
of laughter,
booze
and other modern day
accessories that would
shock them
or any traditional
backward
small town crowd.

Today
you jet east,
I drive west,
never to meet in the middle
until fate
destiny you call it
decides to throw us
together
in the same two-bit town
that only nowhere
calls home
to people
like us
with nothing but
hopes, dreams, and ambitions
of starting over
where they left-off
again
and again
. . . and again.