Closure

The day was overcast
cloudy
humid.

I ran to pack all of my things
always late
I was determined...to be on time.

The wetness in the air clung to my skin and I attempted to shake it
as I climbed into
the cab.

The door refused to shut
so I had to
give it a good - slam.

I spoke in code to the driver
and we were on our way
50 miles and hour - I refused to be late.

I looked down at my hands
hard and tanned
from yardwork.

My phone rang
and I
ignored it.

The window rolled down
the driver wanted
fresh air.

I suddenly remembered
what I
had to do.

The bouquet was dried
subtle dead colors
of the once - bright yellows and pinks.

I closed my eyes
and said a prayer
as I untied them.

The ribbon was the first
to go
out the window.

Next
the daisies
roses -

out of the car
lush and sprinkling
in the air

I watched them fly
onto the asphalt
and gutter

I watched them fly
and didn't think of you
or that day

I chose to live
in the cab
refusing to be late.