Across a bridge,
there was a woman who once asked me,
What happened in the dark?
She was questioning
if there was deep trembling
in my life.
Elbows on her knees,
eyelids soft she goes in my memory,
Did something happen in the dark?
But I can only
like a semi truck
trying to squeeze into a place that barely
But I fit.
“Nothing.” I say.
“Nothing happened in the dark.”