Stacey
When I recognized the road,
twisting, snow-topped,
my heart stopped.
Mark didn’t even want me to come.
He told me to stay at rehearsal,
but I couldn’t let him go
without me
because I knew if
I did it would be
over because he
already had that far
away look in his eyes,
telling me he wanted to be
alone.
He parked the same place
as last time, by a pile of logs
marking the dead end of the road
and without a word
disappeared into the trail,
shoulders hunched,
determined.
Two whole hours I sat in the car
freezing, rubbing my hands together,
wondering what the hell I was doing
tagging along on this mad journey
to nowhere with some guy who’s
obviously going completely
crazy
When I could be doing hair and makeup,
stuff I’m good at, instead of sitting here
like a fifth wheel in some little car
in the woods, wondering what would happen
if Mark never returned and nobody even knew
where I was, leaving me completely
stranded.