It’s  peach tea

Spring time

Sitting against the wall, knees bent

Waiting

A shadow

Relief.

Synthetic oil

So the car will steer

Nasty stuff

Stains my fingers

Mindless driving

Familiar streets

Returning.

Dishes piled in the sink

Shoes scattered in the foyer

Stacks on papers

On the floor

Ready to be unattended to

Scolding and slamming doors

Rolling eyes, heavy sighs

Home.

The senior prom

Football games

Sleepovers, gossip tongues

Varsity jackets, the play, the game

The boyfriend, the best friend

Detention, hooky

Never happened.