Love and other pursuits

Late

My heart pounds like a steel drum

It’s heavy beat visible only

As a tiny vibration in the lines of my neck

My palms moist, slide against the steering wheel

As I drive to y destination

I dry swallow to wet my parched mouth

I turn a corner, too quickly to react

Breathing hard

Narrowly missing a brightly coloured cyclist

My mind wanders as I pull up

Imagining scenarios

Hoping for the best outcome, but I’m too late