What An Opportunity

Still looking up.

In Life on June 1, 2012 at 2:23 pm


Looking up from the grass where he sat when he told her

The tail lights faded into the aphotic as he strained to recover

Draw back the words he didn’t mean…remember the words he should have said

But the tail lights faded east

He stood looking up at the red moon

An opaque maroon sewn in the fabric of midnight

Her words still burned in his ears

Tried. Wouldn’t. Promised. Gave up.

And in a moment, he was awake.

A chill ventured down his spine.

He rolled over to her and kissed her softly on her neck; that spot between her ear and the beginning of her hairline.

As she stirred softly and continued to dream, he wondered what she saw when she closed her eyes.

He rolled onto his back, still looking up.


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