Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Don't look back.

When we finally decide it's over, we sit in the car as it runs idle. Eventually, you turn off the car, and we sit there, both silent. "I guess this is for the best," you say. "Yeah, sure."

You ask if you can have a kiss, and I kiss you. You always liked the longer kisses. But when I try to kiss you again, you look away.

"Ok. That's all I guess," I say. I sound like I've lost my voice.

I get out of the car, closing the door, and walk away. I look back a few times to see if your car follows me for you to wave goodbye, the same way you have all summer when you drop me off.

I look back, and each time, you're parked there in the same spot, not moving.

3 comments:

Orhan Kahn said...

Well, that sucks.

Live through this and you wont look back.

Chandi said...

You're young. I used to hate when people said that to me. I only mean that the men you meet and the memories you make later on are so much better and so entirely worth the wait.

penguinone said...

in time, the memories you both had and created will be nothing short of fond and tender. you'll remember all the good memories, and you'll have the strength to put it up on a high shelf, looking at it now and then thinking, "Wow, I really treasure this."

Love you <3 Hang in there..