Leaving West Virginia
We came down from an evening
hill walk
then made coffee
on the two ring cabin stove.
She said she was weary.
I said I was weary.
Wearily we sat there in silence
a strange discontent creeping
across the floor rugs as the sun began to sink.
“Is it too late to drive home” you asked.
I thought about the long drive in the dark.
“No” I reply thickly
thinking that we just might forget
what we had not said here.
When two people enter a car
to drive into tomorrow
you never know what unspoken words
might follow
or stay behind to sleep for the night.
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