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Confession in a Parked Car

Day 4. a poetry class journal entry. Circa 2009


There is only stale air and failed words

Between us

There has been no truth for days

Now silence

Endless deliberation

Be honest or tell lies?


That have fallen flat for days

And widened the chasm

Between us

He sits up straight


only by the inches

Between us

Steering wheel in hand,

His head low,

He confessed.

I cried.

Four months apart

Had been too long.


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One thought on “Confession in a Parked Car

  1. I imagine there could be 10,000 people in North America this week being able to relate to this poem.

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