Tonight
I must write-
The
road is long
And the
sights are many.
In the
dark distance
Ruby
tail-lights flash,
Threatening
to block my right of free passage.
I
quicken-
I must
go home before curfew
And so
I rush.
In the
darkness, I don't slow down
To see
the chopstick end of our fine-dining,
The
tree below which we sat,
Or the
road safety board at which I said
"Slow
down sweetheart, the speed limit is 50".
I
crouch angrily and the accelerator makes a feline growl.
All the
time, I think of how I'm not thinking of you.
Somewhere
ahead, green turns orange
And in
a split second, I break a rule-
Not
knowing where to stop
Not
thinking about you.
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