Highway 85
I asked my husband what was wrong
He didn’t answer
He just wiped his eyes and drove away
He left his wedding ring on the table
I strode out into the misty morning
the sun fighting the sky for the stage
as a steady drizzle began
I felt no rain
I went to the coffee shop and waited in line
as I stared at the mirrors that refused to show my face
The server took the order of the person behind me
I stormed out in a huff, my hands never touching the door
I wandered in the wispy morning light
A chill climbed up my spine
Those that walked passed me huddled closer
As if they too could feel my chill
I walked past my daughter's school
And waved back to her on the playground
Her friends weren’t playing with her
She must be very lonely
I found myself at the church
The shining white beacon in the sky
Beyond in the graveyard, I saw two new graves
I wondered who had died
A little way away I saw my childhood home
And for a moment I thought I saw
My dearly departed parents
Rocking in their old rickety chairs
I glide past the newsstand
I see a headline
“Mother and daughter dead in highway 85 crash”
And my heart hurts for the family
Copyright © Jaycee Graffius | Year Posted 2017
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