Inevitable

By Nikki Quismondo

I found the inevitable presenting itself
the one that sends off a vibe without any notice
closes the doors upon tomorrow to say goodbye
and the winds shape a nectarine of sorrow
and inside the dwelling of your yearning soul
becomes clearer to me
that in between the darkness and the flickering lights,
the ending of the night moves upon our hidden fingers,
unlocks them and separates
like a push and shove
where the car door closes and the wind prevails....