gas station flowers

fresh linen

Love is impractical in the way it continues to complete people
Even when parts of those people are missing
Like how a flower is not quite whole without all its petals
I knew a woman once,
Beautiful red hair and soft blue eyes
She graced my heart for the first time in university
I saw her, on campus at night she walked towards me
Slowly at first, picking up speed when she saw my face
We kissed under a dimly lit streetlight
Our shadows casting across the ground, blacking out the snow scattered on the grass
"my shoes are wet", she giggled as she stared down at the ground
We stepped back on to the sidewalk laughing as we walked out into the night
Her hand slid into mine, her warmth muffled by the mitten on my hand
We walked back to her dorm, our feet slipping on the ice as we entered the building
"my room is on the third floor" she said as she rapidly pressed the elevator button
We stepped inside and the door closed
The tension grew between us
I wanted more than the kiss we shared
We stepped out of the elevator and walked to her door
She fumbled her keys as she tried to open the door
"i'm sorry, i'm just a little nervous" she stammered
I would do anything to comfort her
I reached for her hand but she was already pushing the door open
I banged the snow off my shoes and placed them by the door
Her room was covered with picture, from a life I was dying to learn about
"come sit on the bed"
I laid down next to her, my head found it's way to her chest
She kissed me softly in the forehead and grabbed my hand
She held me on top of the sheets
She smelt sweetly of fabric softener
Her skin soft like fresh linen
Before long we fell asleep
Quietly and all at once
She brought such to comfort to me
Her heart beat soothed every worry I was carrying
When morning broke through the blinds it was time to say goodbye
I hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek
"until next time" I said as I stepped away from the door
"I love you, see you soon"