Some Sundays

by FTS Miles   Oct 26, 2004


I ache the call
With a sense of panic,
Apologies, explanations (to friends)
--Why am I apologizing?--
Must leave
Door
Stagger
"Yes, I’m fine."
Oh God
Driving
Darkness
Distracting flares
Too much time
Too much thought
Chest throbbing
Dull pain
Oh God
...Walks...
Head throbbing
...Caresses...
Stop sign
...Laughter...
Green light
...Movies..."Innocence"...
...Dances...
Watch the car
...Raspberry...!...
Hospital
I must be strong
Shock
Tears won’t come
Can’t come
Control
Everyone’s depending on me
"Will she live?"
Voice cracking
Maintain control
"Yes, she should be fine."
Wordless thanks
Oh God
Fight the tears
Too worried to feel the joy....

Some Sundays are better left forgotten.

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