Pocket lights

I exhale a drag
A car drives by
Water on pavement
Mirroring tail lights

It isn't you.

I knew it wouldn't be
But I looked anyway.

I always do.

Down the street
I follow the red reflections
Driving on, on
Further and further
Out of sight.

I take another drag,
My lungs may be
Black with tar
But my mind
Is black with memories.

Which is worse?

Today I lifted
An older woman from the floor
I held her frail body
Her rose pink shirt
Against my navy blue

And in doing so,
Unbeknownst to me,
I lost something
That I so cherished
Because it had belonged to you.

I exhale smoke between raindrops
Another engine revs by
And I cast a desperate glance
From a painfully hopeful eye.

It isn't you.

But on and on and on
This road light travels down
Maybe a hundred cars have passed
Maybe a thousand.

Maybe it was only ever one car
But my mind saw many,

Maybe it was always many
But my mind truly only ever saw one.

◄ Lucky, Right?

In Verse ►


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Don Matthews

Thu 5th Mar 2020 02:53

I love your abrupt staccato-like style......


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