Guest Author Alex Knight
Fingers tapped; clock watched
Late for dinner… again.
Spun tires; churned gravel
Car door slammed…
again.
“Stuck at work.”
As if that excuse explained
Being wrapped in a scent
I stopped wearing… years ago.
The same scent on a birthday card
from someone else.
“I know.”
One chance to come clean
His smile too ready
A lie in his eyes.
My expression warned
Don’t you dare!
“I’m sorry.”
Two glasses at hand
Forgiveness, or
not.
Relieved, words continued
To flow.
“It was only one time
I solemnly swear
Cindi meant nothing
to me.”
A special drink poured.
No breath left
pleading eyes asked
Why?
“I could have forgiven you for Cindi,
but
the card was signed
‘Love Rachel’.”
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