Autumn Promise

I sunk asleep into an autumn
memory coursing through
my veins.
A memory of her.
Us, making love in the back
of a pickup truck.
In love or the idea thereof,
which I couldn’t decide,
washed across a buried hatchet
with a promise ring made of plastic
in my back pocket.

(© 2022 AC)

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