he was there too
intermingled and askew
to the narrative arc
sicker more damaged
grabbing the wheel
on the rain slick streets
approaching the edge
of a bridge over darker
industrial districts
the desk clerk kept asking
his name but he couldn’t
remember his words
but I could but wouldn’t
remember the details
to support his broken steps
through the muddy fields
we both waited on you
until he disappeared
for some reason
I felt responsible
(January 15, 2015)
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