6pm on a summer night.
I hear mom through the kitchen window
Hollering us home from the field.
We race one last time to the house.
Hungry for adventure.
Hungry for competition.
Hungry for dinner.
Bursting through the back door,
Dad yells up the stairs.
We won't forget to wash up.
Taking turns at the sink.
Helping the little onto the stool.
Blowing bubbles with the handsoap.
Close my eyes and inhale...
Warm Ginger and Honey.
I open my eyes to see myself.
My reflection is almost 20.
Washing up with the same soap,
But this time I bought it myself.
Nostalgia.
-[h.r.]
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
Cheers to you, my beloved.
Beautiful brown eyes
Framed by curled lashes
Crinkled with a contagious smile.
A honking laugh
Accompanied by wit.
Intelligence and emotion.
Honest but guarded.
Every kiss,
Every touch,
Every glance,
Cherished.
Burning like fire,
Put me out with rain.
Cheers to me, as I sit.
Wishing,
Hoping,
Praying.
Maybe you’ll give me a last chance.
Knowing it won’t happen.
Blissfully torturing myself
All the same.
- [h.r.]
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 2:44 AM UTC
At the thought of a new place
Her heart flutters
Like the wings of the bird
She wishes she could be.
-[h.r]
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 2:29 AM UTC