Sorry

The usual ashen sky cursed the frozen road because nothing ever changed on that long ride home The car skipped over the icy patches as it so astutely had done before there were no tepid words or half smiles just a rattle in that old, neglected door Yet, somehow, the car made no notice of the rusty patches on our face it just hugged that wintry road leaving unforgettable tracks of rage I remember once, when we all laughed and stood in one place never cowered from shadows and the sun dried our face But Dad raised his hand again and I mistakenly winced in pain I had broken my promise we lost another game