She drives me an hour to Lake Cumberland
                     in the dark
                 with headlights that go out
                            once on the way

          We find our way to the waters edge
                   past the bridge
             talking about how we'll run away to Mexico together
                         to the black black water
       (cold, autumn,
                    and I can barely see my breath)

                           an hour to Lake Cumberland
           just so she can kiss me for the first time
                 where we can see the moon

         Brooke, dear,
         I miss you
                      where city stars
                      blink out
                      in your absence.