june
hudson, ny
-
her
he looked intimidating,
so i avoided him.
not even taller than me,
he seemed menacing
never smiling even once.
what was his deal?
i didn't care, really,
just wondered why he
always seemed bothered.
as the sun set,
we all went to the grocery
out somewhere in the
countryside.
i sat in the driver's seat,
behind the steering wheel of
a van playing
all those old love songs
on the radio
as the stars started to shimmer
in the sky above me.
even then, months before
the very end,
i knew i never wanted
to leave.
YOU ARE READING
how to heal
Short Storya short story / set of poetry about healing and letting time mend you that is based upon real events but not entirely true (:
