The bump of the cracked asphalt
Jars a memory long since tucked away
In the curve of the road
I see a curling smile
A rosey cheek
A ringing laugh
And then a street lamp glints menacingly
Off of my ring finger
My hands tighten on the wheel
I keep driving. Don’t stop.
Wearily I long for caffeine
The smell of my spilled coffee
In the passenger’s seat
Wafting to me. Tantalizing
I see a small diner
A warm mug in my hand
A whisper in my ear
Soft hair brushing against my skin
The groan of the truck
Brings me back
The oncoming headlights set on me
In deadly accusation
The scowl on my beloved’s face
As she held up a compromising letter
Small hands crinkling traitorous numbers
She wondered why I stopped buying
Flowers
The angry line of her mouth
Unforgiving
“I knew this would happen.”
A slap to my pride
I see eyes peeking around the corner
A ruffled head of hair and a nose
So much like his mother’s
And there I stood
Legal papers at my feet
The excuses fly to my lips
“It was a mistake.”
“I love you.”
“You’re the one I want.”
As the unbidden memory
Of wavy red hair rises in my mind
The smell of cheap perfume and night air
The weight on my finger drags me back
And this time,
I stay.
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Confessions of a Teenage Poet
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems that I have written over the years. I hope you enjoy them because I enjoyed writing them. Each poem has a meaning and each is important. Please respect my work and try to see the meaning in them. Feel free to critic...
