i pull up in your driveway
and turn my headlights off
i'm surprised you can't hear the bass thumping
(i always play my music too loud)
i turn the engine off and step out
a bouquet of flowers in my hand
(why am I getting you flowers)
but before i get to your door
i see you throw the big bay windows
you're in the kitchen, dancing around with a rag
and a bottle of cleaner
you're in nothing but an old tshirt
(i'm 99% certain that's my old tshirt)
i smile and i can hear your music
some old blues that croons it way out into the yard
(no wonder you didn't hear me pull up)
i shake my head and knock on your door
but you don't hear me
so i set the flowers down
(a few petals fall off, sorry about that)
and grab some pebbles
and start throwing them at your window
after ten pebbles or so
you finally hear me
and you look up
surprised
and you smile
like a flash, you're gone from view
and then your front door opens
and i'm tackled to the ground
you're squealing and kissing my face
saying how you missed me
(did you really miss me?
it had just been a few days)
and i laugh and hold you and kiss you back
and everything is just
how it should be
YOU ARE READING
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...