the price of love

this morning, my solar plexus cries
in distress, I tremble once again
unable to dismiss this warning, traffic is dense
we arrive early at the station, quietly
I close the car door, look over my shoulder
as you wave, I stifle a tear, not knowing why
I have learned no lessons — still, after
thirteen years of monday morning farewells
solitude is the price for love’s embrace



the price of love
[2010.3.11…a]

First Place Winner in the "a little bit of poetry contest "   by Radler Zpheitor
Prompt: "it's something missing" without using that phrase