The Road to Less
She liked to say: “my mom told me the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.” She said and did those things, it was real.
In my heart, down deep inside of it somewhere past the tricuspid and bicuspid valves, on past the tiny forest of tendons known as ‘heartstrings’, past those, further down deep inside the nucleus and electrons of my own DNA, I already Knew the answers: Impossibilities.
Here she had come with her smiles, and her decoration of my life making my days suddenly speed by with Laughter and smiles; she brought gifts, and food from her lands.
The food. She liked to say: “my mom told me the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.” She said and did those things, it was real, and I realized at long last, and most likely too late, even though I didn’t want to be, that I was hopelessly hooked; In Love.
And then in another minute, she was Gone, and over time I realized she was the smarter of the two of us.
She knew of our cultural differences, our different backgrounds, the futures that fate had laid out for us, and then she just went into the vapor like a ghost.
Leaving me with the sad ends, and the dreams of what could have been, I knew the remedy for me started not in a bottle of booze or pills but with a steering wheel and a road to someplace, anywhere, taking me in a new direction, to air out my soul, trying to drive her out of my heart if it takes until all the rubber is gone off the tires, I have to do it.
