Thoughts of you

I waited in the car, nervous fingers tapping on the wheel-

While you pinned your hair and filed your nails.

Time lapsed: Once again I was here waiting, “my sister called,” so you stated!

“Yep, you guessed it, I’m ready and you’re not!”

“Hurry-up!” I shouted, under my breath, abated. “We’re running late again!”

Time is passing as the wheel keeps turning.

Oh, eventually you always came, till… one day, a new driver escorted both of us,

At our appointed time, to a lovely setting; where tall-coned -firs touched the clouds and lined the outskirts of a lush, manicured lawn, with neatly spaced brass- placards.

Where urns of spilled ashes nix over dated names and their quotations.

The caretaker interred you that morning, while leaving me sitting at the wheel.

So once more I’m found waiting. I buried my head in my arms, recalling all the good times…

But suddenly it occurred to me, that now I wait in vain… funny, but a peaceful calm flooded my body and soul,

Ere a bitter storm inside me stirred up a dire hatred for this fleeting life…

“Death you bastard” I blurted out, slamming my fists against the wheel… livid, I cursed God almighty, Tho quietly under my breath, abated; “You, you, you took my wife!!”

Immediately, I slumped into a deep depression, feeling totally deflated, lonely and void of any love…

I rested my head on the wheel and surmised on these thoughts of you.