What Might Have Been--1960
No more money for liquor,
she thought
in the berth.
The train clicked
in darkness like a clock.
Hearts crack,
husbands drink,
babies cry.
Borrowed time.
He hit her.
Her father cried, “Get out!”
One morning
they found his body
on the lawn.
Exhausted.
Nothing left to feel.
Each thought
was a mile
through the dusty southwest.
She would take him home
from California
to Arkansas
for the sake
of what might have been.
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017
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