“Shit. I left my necklace on your nightstand.”
“I’ll grab it if you want to swing back.”
I pull the car up the snowy drive
for the second time.
He holds it out —
the charm that says “wisdom” —
and drops it into my open hand.
“‘Wisdom’ my ass,” he laughs and smiles.
I smile and mutter thanks or maybe sorry
and get back into the car.
The neckace clinks in my pocket,
and I remember what I said to him
before I left the first time –
that this would be the last time.
Wiser, I hope,
and drive home.