Susan
i think about her
at least once
every day
i think about all the different streets
that i could take to get to her house
some of them are quiet
peaceful avenues
and others...
others are not
violent roads
bloody messes
filled with terror
but
those are the shortcuts
the sure things
no chance of making a wrong turn
i’d hate to plan a trip to her place
just to wind up lost
and embarrassed
maybe that’s part of the reason
i’ve never visited her
afraid i’d screw up the directions
and end up worse off than i started
that
and knowing
when you show up to Susan’s
you stay at Susan’s
call it fear of commitment
call it logical thinking
whatever
but i have to remind myself
forever is a long time
and i’ll get there soon enough
with
or without Susan
