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Last Sunset

The frothy waves reflect everything

As they are kissed by the pale blue sky and the liquid gold that descends on the horizon

The waves start of as graygreen, then white as they crest

And as they extend for their five second lifespan on the dark sand

They turn a brilliant baby blue touched with a burning orange of the now fading sun.

 

I watched and waited

Anticipated what might happen when you pulled into the parking lot

Cold hands shoved deep into my pockets, feeling around for what I was supposed to say

Ideas ping-ponged back and forth but no poetry escaped my pursing lips

Even as you pulled into the parking lot,

Let your engine cough and sputter like all the things that I tried to say to you that night

Tried to hide inside myself as I sat in the passenger seat

Confused, conflicted, jaded, manipulated

I let my mouth run like the Nile,

But it didn’t matter a word I said…

 

You were beautiful like the ocean

But unlike the frothy waves that reflect the pale blue sky and liquid gold that they are kissed by

You reflected nothing as you pulled away from my lips

Your hands still wrapped around my waist

Tugging at my jacket’s zipper

Because I already bare my soul, so why not bare my body, too

For you…I wouldn’t have thought twice

Following the advice of my two best friends,

I was more naughty than nice for once in my life I went in for the **** and I got

Stabbed

Clearly it was a simple and sincere mistake to make

Out with your best friend

and into the pants of her closest classmate, mister I-don’t-date-friends:

I hope you’re happy how this ends.

The sea swallows the sun

Leaving only but a pale orange afterglow.

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May 9, 2013
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