afterwards

i barely get out alive

and spend the rest of

the day in shock, clutching

the steering wheel

and peering out the windshield

like the window

of a fallout shelter.

i wonder

if she feels the same way or

is walking free amongst the

streets, love permeating

the world like dust does

when you disturb sentiments

in the loft.

either way, i am

confined to work, travelling

from site to site making sure

the highwaymen laying

asphalt don't do

the taxpayers out of pocket.

on the way home

she texts me she went to

church (which is wholly

out of character)

and blew out

some votive candles.

i'm not sure you can mourn

your own death, but i do.

selfish of me, really.

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