To a memory:
I recall, on a weekend evening,
My body tells me Saturday,
That we laid on the small grass patch that laid beneath a tall mesquite tree.
Our fingers interlocked and our bodies fused together, in an effort to truly become one.
Owls hooted in a nearby nest, the wind swept my hair,
I remember, faintly, the way you smelt.
Like guilt, deceit.
Our chests inflated and deflated in sync.
I could feel your pulse in your wrist,
You were so calm.
A distant cat meowed in sorrow,
You looked over at me, smiled, and got up.
Moonlight danced on your skin and with a swift pivot,
You walked away.
Forever, you whispered.
Meant nothing to you, I hollered.
-Chloe Aldecoa
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC
To a memory:
I recall, on a weekend evening,
My body tells me Saturday,
That we laid on the small grass patch that laid beneath a tall mesquite tree.
Our fingers interlocked and our bodies fused together, in an effort to truly become one.
Owls hooted in a nearby nest, the wind swept my hair,
I remember, faintly, the way you smelt.
Like guilt, deceit.
Our chests inflated and deflated in sync.
I could feel your pulse in your wrist,
You were so calm.
A distant cat meowed in sorrow,
You looked over at me, smiled, and got up.
Moonlight danced on your skin and with a swift pivot,
You walked away.
Forever, you whispered.
Meant nothing to you, I hollered.
-Chloe Aldecoa
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