as the last log
burned to coals
the disappointment of ash
stalled me like red
break lights in a traffic jam
i waited all night
for an apology
an acknowledgement
that in the lanes of friendship
sometimes the distracted veer
transgress a median
a joke crashes headlong
into a family history
are you not impacted
are you not concussed
is there an excuse
worth a windshield
it seems you regret only
the slowdown
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