Traveller Poem by Susan Lacovara

It is your way to slide across state lines
In search of perfect weather
And a close enough to perfect partner
Whenever boredom rubs you raw
And the chill of your solitude
Settles in your bones
Though you care not for the blue of the sea
Nor a blue eyed blonde basking on a sandy shore
You return to the humidity that halted your breathing
Thinking this time you can withstand it's assault

Back to the salted surroundings
You fought so hard to leave
I begin to realize you never quite said a proper 'Goodbye'
Not to HER, Not to ME, not to the troubles that bubble
In the nothing bothers you pretense of self sufficiency
Imminent, the sun will look lovely, for a short while
While you let someone carve their initials
Into your seemingly well rooted plan
But just as unsuspected storms
Have a way of uprooting the steadiest of towering trees
You sway in the breeze, bend in the wind
And will no doubt be toppled by the twisting torment
Of never staying long enough
In Love