So many ways to lose your heart
He drank strong, black coffee
before it was in every corner shop
and smoked camel cigarettes
from 12 to 44 when he died of them.
We grew up in the celluloid
decades when strong, silent types
smoked, did not quite follow the rules
and wore the sexy aroma of rogue honor.
He and I were young, fresh sponges
ready to believe easy dreams,
ride audacity with the heroes
across the silver screen of our future.
They sold us two models, one the
straight arrow guy, and another
sexy, rule bending lover who was
our technicolor in the black & white 50’s.
We rode the dream to the end of Easy Rider
when we too fell off, we grew up with our children.
But we all paid a terrible price for our early trust
in the seductive illusions packaged and sold for profit.
© Sharon Mooney, “So many ways to lose your heart”, From Adelaide Literary Magazine International, VI #44, ed. Stevan V. Nikolic, New York / Lisbon, January 9, 2021, print and online: http://adelaidemagazine.org/2021/01/09/something-is-hiding-by-sharon-lopez-mooney/