the solace of nothin’…

what did she want…he could never figure it out…brought her home flowers once a week…bought necklaces…rings…paid for a brand new tattoo…said she wanted a dragon…breathed fire over her shoulder-blade…

he respected her wishes…stayed faithful to her…never strayed off the beaten path…took to bein’ a good husband…a provider…all that stuff the Bible tells ya to be…wanted nothin’ but the best for her…tried his damndest…

one night he realized he could never make her happy…no matter how many gifts he gave her…how faithful he was…it just didn’t matter…she wanted somethin’ else…that’s what he thought…never talked ’bout it…he could just sense it…he could tell…whatever magic he once had was now gone…

so he started off walkin’…left one afternoon when the Sun was at it’s highest point…packed a small bag…couple of pairs of jeans…some tee-shirts…threw it over his shoulder and closed the door behind him while she lay in bed taking her afternoon nap…didn’t even leave a letter behind…came to the conclusion she knew what was comin’…what she wanted…

and he walked down to the highway and clung to the side of the road…didn’t bother hitchen’…wanted to be alone…away from people…cars and trucks would pass him by…kickin’ up wind…he just wanted to be alone…

headed East into Texarkana…walked along the back roads of Arkansas not really knowin’ where he was headin’ to…just knew he was gettin’ farther and farther away from her…and with each mile the pain went away a little more till eventually he stopped thinkin’ ’bout her all together…stopped thinkin’ ’bout tryin’ to please her…couldn’t please her…wished her the best as he stood at a bar in Little Rock…just stood there talkin’ to himself ’bout old times…people kept away from him…some dusty old man offered to buy him a beer…sensed the heartache…he said no thanks…decided it was best to move on…

the moon shone down on him as he walked from one end of town to the other…found refuge under an overpass…used his bag for a pillow…covered himself in his jacket…dreamed that night…dreamed ’bout bein’ alone in the solitude of nothin’…no car…no house…no belongings…just a man alone in the world…with nothin to his name…he dreamt ’bout the beauty of that…the solace of nothin’…

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