A Poem A Day writing prompt (Biko Week): a more human face
On the longest road the old Nissan
ducked into a pot hole,
suspension jarred and rattled,
dust smeared windshield,
engine stalled,
he needed a drink
a strong one,
waking alone why had she gone,
turning key,
falseness of each judder,
no ignition,
biting lip paused then stopped,
could call on the cell,
but would she pick up,
how the heart betrays and belongs