Poetry

Traffic

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Premeditated.

He walks with no regard to

traffic regulation. A car swerves around

him and stops in the middle of the street. A woman

swings the door open and catches up to him, ‘you’ll always

be her daddy, her hero and best friend.’ He turns around

and asks her to let him be. ‘Blood may separate

us,’ she whispers, ‘yet our hearts are

one in the same.’


Photographer Unknown

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8 comments on “Traffic

  1. I enjoyed this up to the last phrase. I felt like her whisper to herself didn’t sound like how someone might talk to themselves. I’ll be first to admit, maybe I missed something deeper about it, but it pulled me out of the fantasy of the poem. cheers, Jim

    Liked by 3 people

  2. Nice story, very touching! 😊

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Monique

    Touching post Very nice

    Liked by 1 person

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