a life frozen by a moment of time
walking an empty pathway
blocking out pregnant silences
by burbling nervous nonsense
until in a pool of darkness
between two lampposts’ yellow light
Rebekah put a finger to my lips
held my face between warm palms
kissed me. said she loved me –
but she would never be free.
she wiped tears from her face
and wiped tears from mine.
at home I pulled my curtains tight
against moonlight and the creeping dawn
and woke, my belly filled with morning.
© coolhermit 2020