The Fifty Cent Tour

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The Possibility Of An Endless Maybe

Rene ~ 2010

after work
she would drive by that old station
an everyday ritual
she'd linger in the taxi lane
for just three minutes
or the average length of a cigarette
she'd convince herself
that she didn't care anymore
ha! free at last!
but
her heart just nodded knowingly
yes, dear
and as she drove off
she'd smile
but she'd never, ever, wave

~ Rene

10 comments:

  1. I have the urge to call an old boyfriend now.

    Pearl

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  2. And this is why I keep submitting

    despite the endless "maybe"

    Dammit.

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  3. tight write rene...
    maybes suck...lol.
    but i was right there with her hoping...

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  4. I find I linger for the length of time it takes to finish half a travel mug full of tea. Sometimes, my hand twitches, but...

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  5. Your disclaimer on the right is too apologetic. That Miller guy above knows what he's saying. This is tight. Fine work!

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  6. Thanks for stopping by my blog, Rene. I post Wednesdays and Sundays. I'll be following your work.

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  7. *plink*

    that is a big story in so few words

    very good
    but i'm still hungry

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  8. I like that one - especially the heart nodding "yes dear" - I know the feeling!

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  9. Morristown Station!
    Love what you wrote, too.
    xo

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