Poem: Finally Stop

A poem about a guy that ruined summers.

You blew through town each summer
for a while, leaving a town that knew
who had hit it, but never knew why.

When you moved here for good, it was
because you were running away. But
did it ever stop? Did you ever stop?

You are probably still running away. Still
hitting towns. Leave them in some state
of shock. Laughing at some of the bullshit

you said, and how far it got you. But
you couldn’t be further from the truth —
even if, one day, you finally stop.