Instinct Poem by Matthew Zeller

Instinct

Rating: 5.0


Left hand on the wheel,
the other turned ignition,
reached for the cell phone to
share the good news.

Suddenly- hand to mouth- tears welled.
Skin flashed hot.
Heart skipped a beat, then dropped.
We buried you eight months ago.
Sometimes I think I have gone mad.

I have not moved,
still I am lost.

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