If this were a movie
we would have pulled into Wendy's on Magic Mountain Parkway
to grab a last cup of coffee before the long haul home
and you would be there in the parking lot,
waving your arms so we'd see you,
in bright orange sunglasses and that wide devil's grin.
But the knot in the pit of my belly knew
that nobody gave you the script--
so I didn't even stop.
C. 1999, K.R.L. Kapphahn
