License Suspended

summerpiaza
I had to drive.
Your license was "suspended".
You asked me to take you here.
I obliged.
You asked me to take you there.
I said o.k.
You asked me to take you over the hill.
I sighed.
You asked me to take you under the bridge.
I asked why.
You asked me to wait for you.
I stayed in the car.
You asked me to pick you up late at night.
I moaned.
You asked me to wake up early.
I asked why you didn't phone.
You told me, today we'd go to the beach.
I told you no.
You raised your voice.
I took you home.
You laughed at me.
I said "get out".
You called my name.
I answered "what"!
You said you're sorry.
I let you come back inside.
I thought to myself.
Why can't I love a man who can drive?

Published by summerpiaza

Spent many years wandering around harvard square trying to find myself. Boston Was and Always will be my home. Now residing on the western coast of florida among the beautiful Amish. Writing is my sanctuary.  View profile

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  • Kristie Leong M.D.12/15/2007

    What a neat poem! Very well written.

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