I packed a few things
in a paper bag
ran out to the car
and raced off quickly
before you noticed.
My phone rang
almost immediately.
"I saw what you did.
I can't trust you.
You lied. Don't call
me again." And I hung up.
I had no where to go
but I started driving.
The night yawned
and I could smell
the bad breath
of an uncertain future.
Raindrops dulled
my windshield. Or maybe
it was tears. I drove
all night. I followed
the half moon into life.
7 comments:
I love these little paper bags..you have to hold them tight to keep them from the rain..I like the half moon..a healthy mix of hope and reason..Jae
Oh my God. I love this. The imagery, the sadness of it all, the "plot" - everything. Great work! :)
Great imagery in this one.very deeply felt poem.
There was never a dull moment. A poem with a wonderful pace..
while the instrument plays
Phew, gritty stuff!
This piece was a great read. Succinct, no guessing what happened but the realisation of the event is etched in every word.
Wonderful poem...I was there with you!
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