All Roads Lead to Jack Kerouac

You left me in sweat soaked sheets.

I think the supernova of our love

became a red giant before I knew it.

There was no explosive ending for us.

It was all in our beginning

with our mouths finding pauses in hidden places,

we made love for a short, beautiful time.

And you left like you promised,

in the cool, early hours of morning.

Eyes once bright,

now a dark reminder

that you were exactly what you promised

a man with no home but the road...

and I was never going to change that fact, was I?