Standby

Sitting in my car
I see the yellow truck pull up
I turn to look
yes there you are, beside me
fixing me with that stare
from behind those dark aviator glasses
that brooding downward expression
furrowed brow, set jaw
It’s hard to turn away
but as the cars start to move
I put my car in gear and drive on
and when we pull away, I don’t get out
when I do, I don’t go upstairs
instead I stand at the railing
watching the white crests of the waves
breaking as we go

2 comments:

MB said...

breaking as we go
A very nice ending.

utterlymoi said...

I luv it... great piece!