Sunday, July 27, 2008

July 10 2008

That is when I love you most
early A. M. drives on expressways
coffee and cigarettes
the bright sun over our left shoulder

windows down
fast breeze

There is no more linger 
about us
no more intense "stay with me"
no more late night swims
no more house to ourselves
no more family gatherings

I want to empty our change purse
and count what is left
for us.

1 comment:

Laura said...

darling, this is lovely.