Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Things I should say

This has all been said before
In poems, written
For other people
And whispered to the dark
In bedrooms
Repeated three times
To the silence in my car
Driving away
From your house at midnight.

A distant beacon
Not epiphany
Or choice
Just suddenly it was present
Like a cat that has curled up in my lap
Without my noticing
Though there’s no mistaking
The fur-lined warmth
Or motory purr.