a life frozen by a moment of time

walking an empty pathway

blocking out pregnant silences

by burbling nervous nonsense

until in a pool of darkness

between two lampposts’ yellow light

Rebekah put a finger to my lips

held my face between warm palms

kissed me. said she loved me -

but she would never be free.

 

she wiped tears from her face

and wiped tears from mine.

 

at home I pulled my curtains tight

against moonlight and the creeping dawn

and woke, my belly filled with morning.

◄ on considering a photo of an old friend

a path well trod (sequel to Venus in a red dress) ►

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