poetry thursday: unfinished conversation
“let’s not finish”
“let’s not finish”
side by side in a red sedan
breakfast tacos, simple,
filling, and my mouth can taste them
still now
the highway stretches across flatness
and green — spring here,
where I left snow on the ground
there
this is just a
fragment
of a ten-year’s conversation
words I haven’t said
crowd my throat and you
do all the talking
for both of us
even if most of it
is mindless patter
I remain content
to listen and to watch
your curls battered by the wind
when we part again
for the last time
for a while
it’s late
I mean to begin to say something
big and serious
but you throw it away
with a hug
bigger than words
