Legacy Sleep And Stay
LEGACY
The hotel's old neon sign had been there for decades.
Flashing four words in sequence with a directing arrow
arriving late at the bottom of the sign.
SLEEP
"He was old. It was his time." she says.
Her eyes are red because she's been crying,
My eyes burn because I won't.
AND
We stare at lights changing in front of us,
commanding and shepherding our movements.
We take a left and drive toward the cemetery.
"Stay" I whisper.