Was that the last trip?

It was not even the greatest trip

but I still don't want it

to be the last one.

Too fast things were done

not too much enthusiasm that day

not much to say when the daily fuss

gets in the way. Meetings, appointments,

not mentioning the rain, delay,

wrong subjects to say, calls between us.

There was a card, silly statements,

another trip to remember,

wine, old promise,

inappropriate memories...

The ride was short

again some wrong talk

hurry, business

would be it the end of the trip?

“I must go, you too...”

“thank you...”

she just looked and said

“see you!”

© Rosangela C. Taylor / 04-24-09