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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

Comments

  1. PearlJuly 13, 2010 at 1:14 PM

    I have the urge to call an old boyfriend now.

    Pearl

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  2. Ann ImigJuly 13, 2010 at 2:08 PM

    And this is why I keep submitting

    despite the endless "maybe"

    Dammit.

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  3. Brian MillerJuly 13, 2010 at 3:07 PM

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

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  4. Irish GumboJuly 13, 2010 at 6:11 PM

    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. Fred MillerJuly 13, 2010 at 9:38 PM

    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. Fred MillerJuly 14, 2010 at 12:04 AM

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

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  7. justsomethoughts...July 16, 2010 at 3:57 PM

    *plink*

    that is a big story in so few words

    very good
    but i'm still hungry

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  8. Doris SturmJuly 17, 2010 at 10:53 AM

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

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  9. cheatymoonJuly 18, 2010 at 10:28 PM

    Morristown Station!
    Love what you wrote, too.
    xo

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