| It's standing there, next to the wall.
Lighted under the street light.
Waiting. There's even a parking place right next to it.
Slow down,
clutch,
shift,
clutch,
brake,
stop.
What's he going to say?
There's a telephone card in his wallet.
He's even has an excuse, a logical one even realistic.
The phone looks like it's working.
Hope.
He wants to hear her voice.
Needs to.
Even if it's only small talk.
About the weather or the kids...
Just to hear her smile.
To picture her in his mind.
Maybe tell from her voice...
If she misses him as much as he misses her.
To remind her he still exists.
Hoping desperately she hasn't forgotten.
Needing the ego trip.
Hating himself for it.
Maybe she's not there.
Someone else might answer the phone.
Use the excuse.
That's what it's for.
Maybe she doesn't need to hear his voice.
Pain.
Maybe she doesn't want to need to hear him.
More pain.
There's enough of that already.
Not even in the name of love.
He doesn't want to hurt her again.
Light.
A car from behind.
A Decision.
Clutch,
shift, gas,
Signal,
release the clutch and go.
Turn left at the corner.
Home...
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