bright lights and
breezy nights.
rooftop bars and
passing cars.
happy hour and
the Sears Tower.
Category: Poetry
outbound.
about last night.
a night of highs and lows for sure.
started with special conversations about our life together.
moved onto making a tasty dinner that left us wanting more.
had a lot of laughs.
had a lot of soft smiles.
the first time I fell in love…
it was magic.
sparks, butterflies, you name it.
it was scary,
because I finally found someone that I never wanted to lose.
it was fun.
new beginnings.
she sighed a silent breath,
thinking about the journey here.
the journey that was so planned.
so direct.
so sure.
—
she never imagined that she would deviate,
because she did not know how.
that was not her.
or was it?
—
you.
like a cup of coffee,
you bring me warmth.
like well-written lyrics,
you allow me to feel deeply.
like the first snow of winter,
you make me giddy as a child.
number one.
morning of christmas eve.
bittersweet feelings as we leave.
headed to visit family number two.
indianapolis coming into view.
easy.
drivin’ down 65.
feeling so alive.
playin’ aldean number 4.
45-24 was the score.
skating around the rink.
never wanting to blink.
even more.
first, the airport hug.
second, showing off your hometown.
next, the flower shop & tuna fish sandwich
down by the river.
later, meeting the family,
who welcomed me with open arms.
warmth.
winter approaching.
heat blasting.
extremities freezing.
coffee brewing.
snow descending.
lips touching.
clothes layering,
and later falling.
