Stub

 Hidden among other small things,

I found a ticket to Lion King, 

our first 

and last date, 

the memory of that blissful kiss,

when being with you feeling like danger.

 

We were the only ones in the theatre, 

adults away from our parents.

Two young people who mistake curiosity 

for love.

This ticket fell out of your pocket,

you didn’t think much about it, but I did

When I got home that night,

you still felt beside me

I still had the touch 

of your hand on my face,

as if you were still holding me 

I sat on my bed easing myself to my pillow,

Eyes closed as I lick my lips

I still have the sweet taste of your lips on mine.

When I sat down, my bottom 

still had the memory of your lap,

I still feel your fingers in my long

river streams of hair, tugging it ever so slightly

The ticket lays on my empty pillow, filling  where you’re not

I look at the ink and reading into as if looking into your eyes

this ticket from a year ago, still smells 

like your coat pocket, like home.

 

Love Letter

 It was our elevator, 

the elevator you introduced me to

as silent an still 

you took me by the hand and waist,

somewhere I didn’t yet know,

somewhere out of the clear 

to hide and 

hide we did.

We hid our lips in each other briefer than a moment.

it was my first and it was another tacted onto your list,

it wasn’t special to you, 

though it was for me and very scary at first.

I tried to hide the fear of what that meant to me, 

but as we both remember I failed.

when it first happened and I walked away, 

I hated myself for it,

I hated that I didn’t reach back and pull you in for more, but

then I asked myself would you have wanted more from me anyway?

I later asked and saded you said yeah, but it was my fault we didn’t,

I apologized and explained, you said I was fine, so I was because you said so.

Each day,

We talked more,

I began to wake up

knowing you would call me and for so long,

you did so without fail.

Then I guess times changed, but you were busy, I get that

I constantly kept reaching out through, but at least you saw it, 

hopefully, some of them made your day, just like you’d make mine

On the one year anniversary of our meeting,

when I found out the truth,

It hurt me deeply 

Loving Her

Damn, you’re so beautiful!

is what I think as my best friend sits 

in front of me a basket of McDonald’s fries

between us, growing cold.

I don’t mind, not hungry, 

an excuse to get together,

For me to see her.

The him, I see in her, the young men

I usually have a chance with, this is different.

These feeling are new, but

I’m not scared to act upon them.

A silence,

I didn’t know was missing,

filled the room and hit me on the head with a thud,

Wait… was she speaking?

Looking for an insightful response,

we make eye contact as she bats her eyelashes,

It’s as if we’re staring 

into the lakes of confusion

in each other’s eyes.

She raises a few fries to her open mouth.

I’m holding my breath, wondering

if she knows I like her?

The oasis

The oasis

I later want to find,

it’ll draw me in

far away from my past.

It’s light provided

by the North star

eventually, I’ll find

my way.