Thursday, June 4, 2015

swan song

Driver in the car,
bags loaded behind -
and the driver waits,
idling like the engine.
In the rear-view
a girl shakes and sobs,
a man kisses her once
then climbs inside
onto soft seats.
The solitary figure
wails her swan song
of regret.
Doors shut
and pedals are pushed
and the driver checks his mirrors:
on the road behind -
melancholy;
in the backseat
the man checks his phone
and never looks up.

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