Midnight
February thirteenth
I only stopped for gas
And to see if it was too early
For the price of the candy, to be cut in half
Arrows
A whole quiver
Each tipped with feathers
Lying among the dregs
Of the month – old wilted flowers
Abandoned
Along with their bow
No sign of their owner in sight
Anyone’s for the taking
So I take them with me
As I step back into the night
Backseat
I throw my spoils
As I put the car in drive and leave
Looking for a good place to start
My own little matchmaking spree
Bar
Downtown, the patrons
All begin to leave
They converge on the entrance
100 hundred easy targets for me
Nock
Draw, loose
I just let each arrow fly
Don’t stop to see if they strike
Everyone’s going home with someone
They didn’t plan on tonight
Diner
Open all night
Full of fellow jaded souls
Willing the night away
They expect nothing tomorrow
Happiness
Others deserve some
Even if I don’t care
Still have a couple arrows left over
And I’m happy to share
Sunrise
Can hear my bed call for sleep
Glad the roads are still quiet
As the journey passes in a blur
I’m home before I know it
Footsteps
Walking up the path
Empty-handed, but I don’t mind
The mania will be forgotten in a day
And at least I had fun
On my little joy ride
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