it
to. I look at her
mom, rigid as iron,
suspicion written
all
over her face. And
why not? Her husband
has blatantly
come out
about falling for
someone else. Wh
y
would she want him
back, anyway?
In the
final analysis, their
marriage will forever
be stained. In the long
run, stay or go, it’s a
wash.
IN MY ARMS
Nikki sways, relaxes
just the slightest bit.
I take the opportunity
to repeat, “I love you.”
Love you, too. Her whisper
is shaky, like aspen leaves
in a bold autumn breeze.
They’re waiting for me.
“I know. But I’ll see you later,