If there is a special Hell for writers, it would be the forced contemplation of their own works. -John Dos Passos

Monday, April 2

Red Light

"When we broke up--"
Pause.
Silence.
The first
Admission
That we
Were
And
Aren't
Anymore.

But you carry on
And finish the story
As if our eyes had not
met

Across the car


Remembering.

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