"I'm coming with you," she says.
Her body is stiff and stubborn,
but her eyes are wide and afraid.
I open my mouth,
prepared to defend my
i n d e p e n d e n c e
I'm a lone star
but
something on her face
(maybe it was just the morning light)
reflects a reason to not say
no
"OK, you can come."
I flash a smile
and she lights up
like a wildfire
eagerly climbing in
there's a silence
but it's not as awkward or
tense
as I would have thought
it's a content silence
comfortable
in the absence of sound
I turn music on
cranking it up until the moving
metal box
trembles and vibrates
with the lyrics
she doesn't sing along at first
but I do
and finally she joins in
her voice is high and sweet
soft
and shy
but it's beautiful
fragile I sounding
(yet I know it's
stronger than she let's on)
eventually she drifts off
and I am jealous of her
innocence
and ability to dream
peacefully
I don't want to interrupt
because she's smiling in her sleep
and I like to watch her face
because it makes me wonder
what if
I loved her
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
