Pumpkin Patch
My lips purse and blow
It clouds and floats away
I watch intently
And blow again
It reminds me
Of when we were kids.
It was icy cold,
And we were forming clouds with our breath
Pretending it was smoke.
The way you looked at me back then,
In the pumpkin patch,
Was soft and full of love
But it blew away quickly,
Fleeting,
Like our hot breath,
On that cold day.
I flick my lighter open
It flickers and waves.
It reminds me
Of when we were teens
And we went to our first concert.
We swayed and flickered,
High off of the music
I remember soaring when you kissed me
I’m blinded by a passing car,
And I freeze.
It reminds me.
Of the party.
The one where we both drank
Where we both argued,
All the way to the car.
What a horrible idea.
What
A
Stupid
Idea.
I started the engine
And swerved onto the freeway
You told me to pull over
You told me that you love me
I swayed
The car swayed
The lights flickered over us
And in that moment you blew away
I exhale again
A burning tear races down my cheek
“ I thought you quit?”
I swipe my tear.
I turn and smile