(c) Singleton 2008
He rifled through the
glove box,
paper cups, scratched CD's
and registrations to six cars back,
thumbing for something,
anything,
to put his fingers on,
that said yesterday
"I loved".....
The sky changed into a
thousand gowns,
dripping with jewels
and then suddenly,
barren blue...
almost black...
and he grasped at nothing....
laughterless...
And remembered.....
The one peace he had laid to rest....
Freedom.....
the yesterday that said
"I love you"....