everyone looks good in a cowl,
strength, nerves, smiles,
to face a cold day,
with a warm heart.
My life hung outside the window. This night would make or break, my future, love, heart. I couldn’t let her see it. Jealousy had destroyed her love for me, my faith in her. We both met Johnny at the laundromat. He fixed over-soaped, under paid machines. One late laundry night, he showed me a dress
that had been left behind long ago. Ruby red ruffles, skimmed the floor just right, as I sashayed down the
drier aisle to midnight musak.
“Meet me under the fire escape”, he said. Donning the dress, falling into his arms…
… we’ve been gone ever since. .
photo copyright: Janet Webb
Written for: Rochelle-Wisoff-Fields Friday Fictioneers
Lazy days, nights that stopped the clock.
Set back into the arms of childhood…
fun, fury, broken hearts fueling fires…
Rebuilding dreams we’ve kept in our pockets.
Returning, relearning, recharging.
Infusing all that is… with all that was
Taking us to another day,
with a smile, and a hug.
Faded love, dripping away.
Once you took me home,
now you’ve left me alone.
Under cover, rolling naked between sheets,
I trace your outline with my body.
Sparkling with thoughts of you,
exhausted on all sides.
Sleep rescues broken hearts.