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For the girl who knows better

by Meghan Helmich

I'm finally alone in the new place,
and I grab the phone
to reach out
to a girl I haven't been to see
in over six months.

I was afraid of this --

the familiar excitement growing in my belly,
the way I gunned the engine
when I was only a few blocks away.
The gravel and dust that would kick up
rolling down the driveway,
leaving a cloud of guilt behind me.

The small talk and sound of the bottle
rattling in the her hand.
The little frantic bits that fell out into my palm.
Her look of pity.

11/04/2011

Posted on 11/04/2011
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/04/11 at 08:12 PM

That small talk can be something else. Loved this.

Posted by Sal Haefling on 11/04/11 at 09:09 PM

Love it. Love you.

Posted by Mo Couts on 11/05/11 at 01:05 AM

Loved every word of this. Wow.

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