Easier than anything I'll ever do again

I heard our song the other day, that awful country thing you sang to me while we stared into each other’s eyes all those years ago. I thought of you standing there in the lavender shirt I loved, the one that picked up the lavender in your beautiful, soulful eyes. I remember the long dark lashes, the wavy black hair, and how …wait, I remember why you were there. You had just returned after having left two weeks earlier with out so much as a “see ya later”. I was the idiot who was tangled naked with you in the bed sheets within an hour of your homecoming. Okay, it wasn’t just the sex, you had to know I loved you and would have followed you down the toughest road you could imagine. You left again of course, giving up what could have been your salvation. I wonder where you are from time to time, but since I never knew where you came from, or where you went when I finally sent you away for good, there’s no point in looking. The picture of you standing there, sheepish grin, eyes flashing fire, fine as fine has ever been, will stay with me forever though. And that stupid song, it still gets me every time.