Cold

the walk of shame
drowns
in morning coffee;
Sweet’n Low
without sustenance
(self-esteem)

she whispers,
“I will extend the trip –
just one more day.”
into her husband’s static ear.

as the phone line dies
in her trembling fingers
she wonders
about the sudden
drop
in temperature.

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…. based on the poem Escapade

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