𝕆𝕦𝕣 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝟚𝟝

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖

"Yes, I was born and raised in Cali" I said matter-fact.

"But?"

"But, I also had a lot of losses in Cali. I lost a lot of people I can't get back, if you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, yeah" he spoke urgently. "I'm sorry for your losses" he sounded sincere.

I sucked my teeth, like it was nothing. Only wishing for nothing more than to end our conversation. "You don't have to say that, that's all anyone ever says"

"Well, I'm here if you ever want to talk about it"

I lifted my chin, looking long into his eyes. He stopped his feet and so did I. Standing in the middle on the fall leaves we stared lovingly into each other. "No one's ever said that before" my breathy words broke our intense silence.

"No" he questioned tilting his head. "Well you can talk to me whenever, I'll always be here to listen"

His words sounded too good to be true. None of the good ones last forever, but being with him felt so worth it. I couldn't help but to let it happen. He grew closer bringing his face to mine before kissing me soft and slow.

"Get a room" a rough sounding voice aggravated their words. It brought Chris and I to laughter. I honestly forgot we were in public. Being with him felt as if we were the only people in the world until I was brought back to my surroundings. People walked around us, some were noisy while others minded their own.

The two of us got food before heading back to his apartment and discussed our differences in sandwiches. "Eww, I can smell the mustered from here" I put my hand out between us while frowning my face in disgust.

He smiled his hardest with the bite he took out of his sandwich still in his mouth. The two of us ate our sandwiches from the local bodega. With mustard in the corners of his mouth, he puckered his lips trying to kiss me. If you'd see us, you'd think we were two idiots on the side of the street. He held my arms trying to kiss me and I pulled away from him laughing.

"Give me a kiss" he sung. The noise of the busy street drowned my laughter.

"Chris" a man's voice came from out of the blue. Chris stopped rocking me back and forth to look across the street. "Is that you?" That smooth voice belonged to Bone. He yelled at Chris from across the street pointing at us. "You hitting that" he asked.

"Don't mind him, he's an asshole" Chris whispered to me. "Let's go" he said beginning on our walk.

Back at the apartment Chris took a shower while I waited for him to come out. I laid on his bed keeping myself occupied with my pencil in hand, writing the first thing on my mind on the paper of my book.

Poetry: Another Lover

I would sooner grow old, all alone

Then to have another lover

Barging in the door, the sound of him coming into the room startled me from my book. I lifted my eyes to see him in his towel wrapped around his waist. Water drizzled from his chest of tattoos and down his navel. "Hey, what are you writing" he narrowed his eyes at my book.

Embarrassment ran down my spine like a chill as I closed the book. I wish I could hide it or throw it out of his open bedroom window. My poem expressed my conflicted feelings about another lover. I never thought I'd fall in love again after my past lovers. Neither did I believe I was worthy of another lover.