it's two hours past the time
she said she'd be here
i left the front door unlocked
for her, then fell asleep.
i just woke up to her not here
i thought she had a clean shot
from Tijuana to Taos—
maybe she made a wrong turn.
maybe she took a detour.
i'll leave the front door unlocked
and try to stay awake—
© 2010 (Bolingbrook IL)
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