and then came north,
she calling in sick
on this sunny day,
texting me to ask
again and again
where I am and me,
testing back
with a progress report
from each stop light,
while asking myself:
"why am I doing what I am doing,"
in broad daylight,
knowing these things
need to be done after dark,
my heart beating faster
than it ever had, and my brain,
stirred up like some witch's broth,
a spell I cast on myself
yet for no good purpose,
each light blinking red
as if a warning,
telling me to go back
before it's too late when
driven on by her texts
I already know it is,
later even than I even
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