Lost.
trying to make my way home-
i’m confused
somehow- someway,
i made a wrong turn.
dazed.
i slump to the grown.
tipid water hits my face, seeps into the cuffs of my jeans.
i’m lost.
cellphone dying, my mind races.
who to call?
speed dail.
i press a button.
any button will do right?
his voice comes through-
my heart drops.
of all the people,
him?
i confess i’m lost.
he asks for my location.
i send it.
i can sink no lower than i already am.
the cracked cement refuses to give way to my weight.
i sit.
buoyed by its solidity. resolute against my angst.
he’s coming.
he’ll take me home, i’ll cry about it-
pretend it never happened.
we’ll go our separate ways, again.
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