Quarrel

Though headlights tossed shadows over her footsteps and he maneuvered the car for her attention, his regret rushed out the driver’s window.

Though headlights tossed shadows over her footsteps and he flung excuses into the air, he couldn’t chase the sting of his words. 

Though headlights tossed shadows over her footsteps and she refused to turn her head, her heart focused her mind’s eye backwards.

 

 

~Twitter poem written over 3 days in early March

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