Until Tomorrow

Walking at dusk through the old park, the golden glow of forgiveness hangs in the air long enough for you to steal it with both hands but you choose not to, you choose, deliberately, to let the sun set on that particular episode. You walk the other way, past the lake, past the flowerbeds until you become traffic, become a remnant, for I will not open that wound again, will not offer the exquisite beauty of autumn in exchange for your eyes, those all-consuming lips, that soft touch and hard hug. No. It will not happen again this sharp day, I promise, I swear in my best verbs. Until tomorrow then. from 'Roadkill' 2013 http://amzn.to/1hQ3OKa