“So, you think that the weather’s
gonna change to suit your mood?
Maybe the ground’ll just open up
and swallow all your problems?
Is that what you think?
Boy, you’ve got a lot of nerve
thinking that this world owes you somethin’.
Truth be told,
you owe the world,
and you don’t even know how much you owe, yet.”
Her eyes bore into me,
like a dentist’s drill,
seeking to excise
that selfish part of me.
Quickly,
I’m back in the car
and driving,
before I sneak a glance
into the rear view mirror.
There she is,
standing on the porch,
arms crossed over her chest,
and her yellow dress
bright in the summer sun.
Despite the growing distance,
her eyes still find mine.
Even as I accelerate,
I know she sees me;
she sees my soul.
HG – 2021