At Dusk She Said I’d See Her

At dusk she said I'd see her
Hands tense with anticipatory joy
Clutching at a dream
Romantic cliches I'm weak for
Driving down a sunset
Too fast to have worry
Her hand in mine
Brilliant hazel skies
"Thank you"
Sips of fermented to soothe
It's 7:41
She's late
On the other hand she's on time
Detestable and constant as ever...
What a mistress!
Cancerous becomes euphemism
Sigh, I'm alone again
Or not really
I have her
I'll always have her

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