how can a man seek revenge on a woman he wants to believe has no soul?...

where life began:

it didn't matter which days the leaves began to fall
or which summers were the warmest.
we always knew whose trucks were in the driveways
and which stars were our favorites.

in our childish superstition, we never forgot
to leave the windows down
so the dust would coat us on the way to the river.
we never stopped retracing our tracks.
we knew that one day we would wake
to find a sprawl of suburbs
or a generation of faces we couldn't recognize.

we watched the horizon turn red
as the stores came to town.
we thought it was the end,
but nothing changed.
the trains still rattled past our houses
and the scent of honeysuckle still filled the air.
we breathed in our grandfather's churches
and the trophies of high school quarterbacks.
we'd never forget that this place had been ours.