he drove her back home
the car filled with the soft light of the evening
and the soft sounds of a band she didn't know.
while she looked out the window he looked at her
each glance a stolen drop of warmth
injected into his chest.
she gazed out on familiar streets
and he sent up a silent prayer
that one day she would be just as familiar to him
and he would be able to trace the creases by her eyes
the freckles on her nose
the curve of her jaw
as easily as she traced patterns on the shining glass.
they drew up to her house, a modest affair
and they seemed to have used up all the words they had to say
for suddenly the air was thick with silence.
he cut through the quiet as he leant in towards her
and brushed a light kiss to her cheek
and they did not say goodbye
because goodbye is for the parting lovers
the tree shedding its leaves
the body shedding its skin
and they were only just starting out,
they weren't ready for goodbye
so she said nothing as well
replied only with the squeak of the car seat and the crunch of the gravel path
and the door that she closed behind her
that the boy found himself watching long after she has gone.
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Possess | hood
أدب الهواةmaybe when we say we want to fall in love we really just mean we want a place to fall apart
