the obsidian sky
brimming
with stars. An orange
harvest moon lights
the semideserted
highway, and my
confidence
in my ability to
reach home, all in
one piece, grows with
every mile left
dissolved
in my wake. I am
wide awake, buzzed
to the nth degree.
I drive slowly, lost
in thoughts
of Hunter, hopefully
sleeping soundly;
of the things that led
up to having him;
of what life
would be like if he had
never been conceived.
I would never have
thought I
could
consider living without
him; never would have
thought I might