the lights blink.


but they're not really blinking.
the windshield wipers momentarily seem to shield me from the light.
the sound of rain hitting the car,
like little cats prancing across the wooden floor of our home.

i see your mouth open,
fear spread across your face
but i don't feel afraid.
it's like ten thousand moments
i'm frozen inside.

i hear the faint roar of a car horn
screeching tires, brakes
i remember my foot pumping madly

is it the gas pedal or the brake?

and in that last of a thousand seconds
that defined my life,
i want to say i'm sorry
because i never wanted you to go this way.


i open my eyes
and there's the light, no longer blinking,
warm to the touch.
there's the light.

03/09/2008

Posted on 03/09/2008
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