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Lawyer by profession. Poet by choice. Cat-lover by accident.

Two friends in a camper van in the middle of nowhere. One is holding a map, telling the other where to go.

Two friends in a camper van in the middle of nowhere. One is holding a map, telling the other where to go.

Flashlight beams veered from grass to sandbox,
retracing our missteps on the maps we drew.
Our compasses pointed to the butterflies that
nostalgia stole, but our arrows begged to argue.

Your uneven dots trapped you in the jungle gym.
Blushing, you called your confines a vacation.
My crooked dashes pushed my moods on swings.
Crestfallen, I branded my temper as passion.

We crumpled the maps. Our exhausted quests
benched on opposite ends of our sentiments.
I broke my one cookie in half, offering you none.
You tweeted a joke, but didn’t share the fun.

Hunger signed our armistice. The diner loomed
over our muzzled abuse. From a separate booth,
I blended into the wall of Rockwell imitations,
as you scheduled a suit-fitting with your groom.

Smells of stale coffee and charred omelets
occupied the space between our facing backs.
After paying, you texted me, “Until next time?”
I placed my phone face down on the table,
​ ​ ​​​ ​​ ​​​ ​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​the screen fading to black.

© 2022 Derek Siriwattasit

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