War

War

A young woman hits me

With her car

Or did I throw myself

Upon it

Later I'm invited to a party

She sits at my table

Her glass of wine

Sits in front of her

I say I'd join her

With my own glass

But I can't drink alcohol

It's been 13 years

Since my last drink I say

It's strange how uncomfortable 

That makes me

This is not a meeting

Where I confess my sins

Or even wish to sin with her

As I scan the room for friendlies

In the flames of battle

Barry G. Wick