We smoked three cigarettes,
then you drove away
leaving me a burning filter
and an unasked question:
that night, lost in the woods
by your father's house,
the woods in our hearts,
when it seemed the dark
surrounded, invaded, devoured
our very beings,
was it the man who appeared
wearing a long white trench
and a white panama hat
who saved us--or was it you?
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