thewatcher02

We stood outside on the hot asphalt, The sun was suspended low on fishing line; Made from papier-mâché and lit from the inside. Cardboard cutouts of hills lined the sky, With trees painted on in faded green acrylics. It was early morning and our eyes were clouded; Vision impaired by weather and emotions. Your polyester shirt had one button undone, Every feeling you ever hid from me Spilled out from it onto the street. It was a silver mess of love and lies, Like your cap and gown abandoned in the grass. Our lips were five inches apart; Two states and one year away. I could have leaned in and kissed your nose But you sighed heavi

I had a dream Where the stage was star-lit And the carpet was red. The theater was almost empty, There were only three of us. You and I both sat in the middle section Like we had been lovers for years. It was by coincidence we were both there. You had an artist sketchpad in your lap, And a 4H pencil in your right hand. You would glance at me occasionally, Olivine-brown eyes hidden behind glasses, And scribble something down on the paper. You stopped only once to take a sip From your brushed chrome travelers mug of Expensive, big-shot coffee. You were back from College. I sat with one seat between us, My hopes as frayed as th