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
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