I was busy at the garage;
you came to the garage
shop for cigarettes, you
waited for me to serve
the customer with petrol.
When I served you, you
said your bus to town
would be arriving in ten
minutes. I looked at you
standing there, the cigarette
between lips. You lit it
and inhaled. I remembered
our first kiss. That late
December one years before.
You thirteen and I fourteen.
Moonlight and stars above us.
You talked of your work, the
busy shop, moaning manager
and customers. You said you'd
met a guy while at work who
brings deliveries. I listened.
You left saying your bus would
be there soon. I watched you
go thinking of the kiss and stars
and bright light of the moon.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
I was busy at the garage;
you came to the garage
shop for cigarettes, you
waited for me to serve
the customer with petrol.
When I served you, you
said your bus to town
would be arriving in ten
minutes. I looked at you
standing there, the cigarette
between lips. You lit it
and inhaled. I remembered
our first kiss. That late
December one years before.
You thirteen and I fourteen.
Moonlight and stars above us.
You talked of your work, the
busy shop, moaning manager
and customers. You said you'd
met a guy while at work who
brings deliveries. I listened.
You left saying your bus would
be there soon. I watched you
go thinking of the kiss and stars
and bright light of the moon.
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