Detour Poem by Mark Money

Detour

Rating: 2.7


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)

Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: relationship
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Mark Money

Mark Money

Kansas City, Missouri
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