A Vow

by jdavidcharles

A Vow

 

The inevitable phone call

on the way back: lights out,

 

one hand shyly over body of

phone to avoid, if seen driving

 

that late at night, the possible

passing of a police car. Things

 

happen but even then words

turn and change face to be

 

ugly and terrible, and there is

nothing to say. It’s time for these

 

things to be finally different.

Time to start living freely again.

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