She was just
A girl
In my driveway
With hair blacker
Than her thoughts
And I thought
She was a thot
But it’s not
Her fault
She’s got
All that
***
In the back

//EW

There are rings on the table
From our drinks
Empty bottles
In the garbage
Some might think
That these nights are
Repetitive
But we see
These memories
Through a screen
So maybe
We cling
To the idea
Of being free
Don’t you see?
These nights
Are not tired
So we drink

// EW

The grimy auto tech
bursts through the door
a quarter to six
straight to the fridge
opening the white door
pulling the yellow jug
out with force
the creamy liquid
clears grime from
the corner of his lips

I still remember you
Walking hand in hand
Fresh off of the clunking city bus during the afternoon rush
Smiles as new as a pack of bright yellow pencils on the first day of school
Him a miniature version of you
The pride in your deep brown eyes
The pride in his

2 years have flown
I still see you two
Hand in hand
Great fathers lead by example
He is so proud of you

Today it flows
golden locks
that shine as bright
as the golden sun
gently tucked behind my ear
softly blowing in the wind
it almost touches the small of my back
but only when my head leans gently behind me

It feels so good when you gently run your
fingers through the loose waves
falling apart as your fingers run through
trying to escape them

You give me
a small flower
to place behind my ear
just before you said goodbye

She walks down the gravel road
looking into the crisp burning sun
hearing the blue blushing waves
rolling from the gulf to the Florida shore