I think that we're undone here...

I Am Done

Taking turns at the gas pump.
Shorter days, narrow rays,
Falling down.

I move to pull the nozzle out,
Something catches my eye,
Or, maybe a sound.

The glare of the sun,
Temporary blindness,
Short-lived escape.

She glides across the pavement,
Stops in front of me,
And asks…

Are you through?

I expected a lot of things today.
I did not expect this…
I expected to see her face,
I did not expect that she would be so beautiful.

Beautiful.
Absolutely.
Beautiful.

Yes I am through.

Rapid pulse.
Dilated eyes.
When she spoke to me,
It was such a surprise.

There was a time,
So long ago,
When such things would happen to me.

Nowadays, I pull in,
And pull out,
And hopefully, fill up my tank.

The light in her eyes,
The prism, I call her hair,
Made me take a couple of steps back.
I did not expect that she would be so beautiful.

Beautiful.
Absolutely.
Beautiful.

Yes, I am through.
I am through, and I am done.
Now, my life, is quite undone.
Quite undone.

I can't walk away,
From the wreckage.
It appears that I am stuck here.
And I am,
Terribly undone...