Her Choice

Her Choice
June 29, 2008

They sat in an old red car,
In front of old, red picnic tables,
Dusty gravel settled under tires,
Stillness rose after the engine cut.

Broken silence, soft sobs,
She told him it would have to go.
It was not his, the thought hurt him though,
He touched her stomach.

Sad thoughts rolled down red cheeks,
Hands were held, promises made.
Silence fell and so did rain,
Large drops plopped the windshield.

She would go down to Memphis,
Herself paying the way.
He would drive up to help,
Not the father, but her neighbor.

She brought a girlfriend that day,
He waited outside to help them.
Hours went by slowly,
One problem taken away.

The Red Roof Inn for the night,
He couldn’t let her pay.
They laughed in vain, and cried
Sleeping clothed on top of covers.