do you remember? that late summer
night, fireflies and stars
we couldn’t see, the grass all burnt
and stiff, yellow like straw
beneath our fingers. it reminded me
of trips to the farm for
halloween, hay wagon rides and
your powdered sugar smile.
you’ve always been weak for donuts,
i’ve always been weak for you.
we ate apple pie after, fresh-baked
by your grandmother.
she never liked me much.
i’ve gotten side tracked
again, haven’t i? you used to
make fun of me, told me
i would start telling one story
and tell another fifteen
along the way. but you didn’t
mind, you thought it was
endearing. i wonder
if you still do, i don’t
think so.
do you remember? that warm night,
sitting on a towel in your dead-grass
yard, looking up at an ocean of
blue. you were talking
about all the stars
we couldn’t see,
andromeda and vega and
orion. you were pointing
at the sky, to where the stars
would have been.
i wanted to tell you
all the stars are in your eyes.
instead, i told you i loved you.
your favorite color was
red, you were red, the towel was
red, if the wounds your words cut
bled it wouldn’t have showed.
i wondered,
if you could see
blood pouring out
the hole in my chest,
would things have been
different?
there was an old man
across the street, sitting
in his chair with a glass of beer.
he watched me
walk home. i couldn’t tell
what he was thinking.
hi! here's yet another sad-ish poem but it's not as depressing? it's not personal so there's that! this was an in-class writing assignment for my creative writing class where we had to write a poem featuring the words "summer," "straw," "red," "grandmother," and "chair." i came up with this! i like to write poems that kind of take what you'd expect and do the complete opposite. hence why i chose to focus on summer nights, dead grass, and a not-nice grandmother. i actually really like how this turned out, and i hope you do too! i also really hate the concept of valentine's day, hence why i'm posting a sad love poem. heh.
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