Honey Badger

All he wanted was to be well
To rid of the Honey Badger-like burden
Clinging to his ankles and heart
Doctor Kerouac gave him the diagnosis
And the road was his prescription

She ran from the Rocky Mountains with tears in her eyes
Not without reluctance, to bid goodbye
In order to avoid curse or to drone about "why's"
She left a short letter and left blank the reply

The photo on the dash had faded after a while
The last inkling of home, just like him, in denial
Threw back one last beer and cast it through the aisle
He looked up at the stars and sent her a smile

She felt a warm company that the wind, that night, had blown
Beginning to recognize the destiny they had sewn
Caught a glimpse of the road that sent a chill to the bone
At that moment she looked up and didn't feel so alone