SusanWritesPrecise

Windshield

When I saw your truck

parked in the driveway,

for a split second my heart flipped:

He must’ve gotten off early today…

Then my heart plunged

to the depths —

splatting like a bug on

a summer windshield.

He’s not coming home

not early not today

not ever.

The For Sale sign

on your beloved truck’s

windshield proves it.


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  1. Ingrid Avatar

    Such a sad evocation of the moment when loss becomes real.

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