Yesterday

[weirdameriica]

I.

He bent his knees to mine
as my train arrived
and gave me a breakup,
and an ‘i love you’
before he could exhale -
my legs still warm from his body.

It became commonly performed
and recited
as if it were his religion,
the train stop acting as his sanctuary.

The memory still haunts me,
but I move forward
with my face kissing the sky.

II.

Winter

Comments

[deepseasiren]

Powerful in its descriptive simplicity and imagery

[spiral_meter]

i'd be careful about posting your writing, especially when your entries aren't friends only. you never know who might nab it.

b