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.