The Girl in the Car Window
It was a blurry, shadow image of a girl in the car window.
Suddenly the specter of all my yesterdays slam into me, and
I remember everything I want to forget.
How could you be in a car no more than twenty feet
Away, stalking my every fear when you were no longer?
I want to jump through the car window, a coward who runs
From his fate, locked in perpetual battle by the boundaries
I erected to protect me as I find myself trapped in an alternate reality,
Adrift on a street littered with broken promises.
I want to block out every dream we shared, to block out the
Darkness of every stolen night. I close my eyes to
Shatter the reflection of the girl in the car window; I need you to
Disappear, forever. I want you to take flight from any space
Within me, to flee my here and now,
Lost in the last hour of our love,
You are not real.
A face resurrected from a spectrum of time, abandoned to random
Memories stitched together.
A broken mosaic trying to walk me backwards while I try to pull time Forward, past an emptiness that never ends.
I had buried every piece of you, partitioned each one off, until….
The girl in the car window.
Who is she; is it you?
I open my car door to make certain my feet feel the ground;
Afraid I have lost my sense of balance, captive to a raging madness by a Bargain made with the devil; payment due when he comes to call.
Copyright © Steve Zak | Year Posted 2018
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