My slamming door echoed all around
The tears are not amiss.
The wheels on which this frozen chair sits
Forcefully move forward.
The bright sun of my life had vanished.
Overcast describes it.
The windy roads of dark covered trees
Invites me into the night of doom.
I peer through the misty window to see the myriad of stars.
The brightness of night evoked nostalgia to another place in time.
He turned around and talked with me
His wide grin was full of laughter.
Maybe it was his smile that made it so hard to leave that night.
His hands caressed my own
As his sweet and simple kisses filled the air around me.
His aura of peace and friendliness filled a void day to night.
Maybe it was the simple gestures that made it so hard to leave that night.
His dark brown hair curled at my touch
And his blue eyes seemed to promise days of gaiety
Maybe his looks of innocence made it so hard to leave that night.
The flowers of happiness that he planted within my heart took root.
Peonies dahlias and daisies
Rose up.
Maybe it was perceived happiness that made it so hard to leave that night.
The soft touch of his sincere compliments arouse feelings like
A bird soaring high
A breaking cocoon of an infant butterfly
And the crackling boom of the Fourth of July.
Maybe it was my imagination that made it so hard to leave that night.
The reminiscing of my summer abroad suddenly crashed.
I felt the sting of the hot tear upon my face.
I tell myself that he is no good
Not worth it
And that my father is going to kill him anyways.
The rumors which I heard
The girl with the long blond hair
The girl with dark green eyes
And the girl wearing the short skirt.
I did not want to believe them.
Maybe the seeds of doubt made it easier to leave that night.
His sweet smile turned into a c***y smirk
Droves of lies spewed from his mouth
He turned the other way
Maybe it was the ugliness of his words that made it easier to leave that night
His busyness
His illness
His avoidance
Maybe it was distance that made it easier to leave that night.
Maybe it was the constant stares
The hushed laughter combined with the whispers
His silence
That made it easier to leave that night.
Maybe my silent nights of tear streaked pillows
And my lonely hands
Made it easier to leave that night
His atmosphere of annoyance filled my careful words.
I tiptoed around him
Afraid of igniting the bomb
Maybe Athena provided guidance and wisdom that night
For I was clueless in his games
But I was determined to be on the offense that night
For I said to him
“I am only but a summer girl to you.
Never would I be the full four seasons.
Your perfectly fake garden flowers are not the match for me
For wilder flowers belong here.”