Mist
It settles on my face
covering the smell of pine.
Broken tear drops from escaped dreams
struggles long past
are brought back
by the clammy reminder
of sorrow.
Run Away
Not sure where to turn
whether to be perplexed.
Not sure if I'm going to run and hide
or take it like I should.
Shy way from the smile,
cringe at the glow.
Knowing the hypocrisy of it all
recognizing the inconstancy
of falling.
Behind
It began with a smile
a pat on the back.
I turned to find someone overlooked
the easiest laugh and a teaching mind.
You held in your hand a twisted umbrella.
Arm and arm we walked
so as to avoid the raindrops,
and when I talked
you listened.
I wish we could go back in time
to reach it.
Saltines
Stale crackers left,
forgotten in their packaging.
Left on the edge of the counter,
each time I pass by them
I wish that I had eaten at least one.
Then I do
and spit it out.
Too dry.
Caught
I rip the crinkly packaging
off my story
and put it in my mouth.
It melts so quickly away,
until all that is left
is the after taste
bitter and harsh
compared to the sharp sweetness
of your story.
Inadvertent
Mistakes made unawares
jokes turned sour.
Pretend that the roughness
has been smoothed over.
Smiles faked through the background
leaves begin to fall
each accident searing
permanence
as if it had been forgotten.
The Taste of Childhood
"Please."
the small voice rang
"daddy please can you get me a frosty?"
before the smile reached his lips she knew
what words would come out.
It was their routine
"Spoiled"
he stated proudly,
pulling into the Wendy's drive through.
Such happiness was a hot afternoon
quenched with a joyful frosty.
Do not eat it to fast
or you will get a ice cream headache.
Don't forget the innocents of easy bliss
while you text your friends life's busy nothings.
Never wipe the halo form around your mouth
given to you by the gray, smooth frosty.
Never let him lose his proud smile.
i like these.
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