Buried Recliner

My mind whispering secrets to me--

why did you waste those moments?

Could have slowed down and brought him with you

spent a bit more time

alone and in peace but instead…

rushed away bags in hand

and the rest of our last day

spent among people unknown

or unliked

If I could have shown

some bit of affection,

wanting, then I might not

find this day wasted,

I might instead look back

and say “I’m glad things went

like this…

I’m glad we had this day.”

(May 6th, 2007)