He was the tumble – night-work
masterpieces with all the lights on.
Tomorrow was days away. Toledo Whiskey
and “Yesterday” played.
Tomorrow came and went. He stayed
long enough to take all of me with him
that last time he left as I stood watching
his taillights disappear at the top of
the hill, kicking up road and promises,
making me sure he was in a hurry to return.