Others' Sighs

At 42
I drive slowly
Children and stop signs slow me.

he walks towards my car, reaches for my open window
It is warm

he wants to talk to me
I want to run over him
I have that power

I drive past him
Fiercely careful of children playing.

I see him standing in the street.
In my mirror he finally gets smaller.
I make him disappear.

For now.


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