Cigarette ash stings my finger tips
As I wait in my car
for a boy
The cold winter air caresses my cheek
Just as he once did
Blue and red lights flash across my vision
Reflecting off of dark puddles
Like a movie
In slow motion
they wheel his body away
And I sit in my car
and wait for a boy
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
Cigarette ash stings my finger tips
As I wait in my car
for a boy
The cold winter air caresses my cheek
Just as he once did
Blue and red lights flash across my vision
Reflecting off of dark puddles
Like a movie
In slow motion
they wheel his body away
And I sit in my car
and wait for a boy