poetry

january first

            [ethel parkinson]
       
              
my thin pale coral lips had become chapped and irritated due to the deadly chemical smoke escaping from my dark lungs, i searched up and down the street hoping to see his truck, that rusted old pick up truck that i hated so much, but yet i loved because he was always inside, the dull curls of dark brown on top of his head, his slightly warm winter skin and glistening smile stained with pain.

the winter rain began to fall again, the small frozen droplets of rain danced their way through the white sky. the smoke staining my lung, wasn't enough anymore, so i stomped it to the ground, watching it crumble into the uncovered dirt. the wind was cold and i grew lonely.

the sound of a distance horn startled me, i recognized the horn, the horn of his old pick up truck that i secretly loved so. "hi" i spoke, filling the air with my sorrow, "hi," his breath turned icy white against the snow falling to the sky. he patted his passenger seat, and smiled ever so gently towards me, why did i deserve another chance i had broken your dark pink delicate heart like you had broken mine. our tainted, destroying words stabbed us both like daggers angrily entering a body, that night i thought i had lost you forever because of my cursed tongue that threw anger and fire. but here you are, in your truck with your messy hair that drove drove me chaotic.

"come with me," he speaks tenderly, i agree. "where are we going?" i ask, searching his green eyes that reminded me of the cosmos, "our usual,"

the snow relaxed on the clear window ahead of us, yet the windshield wiper made them disappear, the friday sky was becoming more dark and dreamy by the second, making me slightly more tired. his truck came to a stop, in front of our usual place we'd visit late at night when our stomachs shrieked for food.

"how about we share a cup or two of coffee?"

[coffee and cigarettes; nevershoutnever]