dave steger

Rosarito

It was part secrecy and part humiliation that seemed to follow me that night.
Through the bus stations and walkways there lingered a feeling that someone was following but out of sight.
She had traced me to a small village off the Baja coast.
The same place as naïve college students we had made a solemn toast.
I came back to escape the plague that I had crafted.
Leaving nearly all my partners shafted.
Angry and mystified,
And myself if caught,
Surely crucified.
I can't believe it's going to end like this.
That she will be gone,
And I alive still,
Living in and out of others freewill.