On being stood up by a broken car at the start of another journey into life.

Female grad, 23. December 1992

Here we go again

Déjà vu

The car won't go

And I'm missing you.

The second time

in as many years.

This time it's Christmas

And I'm in tears.

I don't know why

I feel so sad

You might be horrid

But I'm not bad.

What am I

supposed to expect?

Perhaps you love me

But I hate to suspect.