I Won’t Be Long

poetry

An unimportant twilight errand
Against casual entreaties
But a promise wafting in the tresses of mulberry hair
Scented with fresh shampoo
Whispered in a cabled charcoal pullover
I won’t be long, she said.
A garbled moan from the engine outside
The whine ebbing to silence

To screech a thunderous collision unheard
In headlights too rapid for response
Red then ringing then red and white
Powdered glass a fleeting monument
Timidly lingering evidence of the unfulfilled
This is loneliness, I promise.
You have my word, I won’t be long

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