Jolene Sanders never went to the grocery store

Under her dress she never hid six eggs

She never met your eyes at the bus stop

Time never froze her face, her tears , the bruises on her legs

And you never dreamed of holding her

Night never came with her scent , her heat , her heart

Oleanders never grew tall under her window

Red roses never turned blue by her touch

Dandelions never grew in her footsteps

Indigo colored bruises were never covered by her blush

No , two hundred bluebirds never sang that day

A thousand mirrors never shattered in a thousand homes

Roadsides were never scattered by the wind

Years after her story would never be told

Mockingbirds were never found dead on her porch

Oleander seeds never found their way into his beer

Rumors of his death never spread

Never did you run away with her

In time questions were never asked

Nobody never even mentioned the two of you

Gone were the dandelions    and two hundred bluebirds never sang again