A hang over and a hot shower
And a 5 more minutes before I have to leave
A multivitamin
A vape bought in a dire moment
An Advil
A double shot of espresso
Watered plants
Walked dog
A tea with extra milk and honey
An old protein bar
A bowl of fruit
And an unsaid plead for us to stay in your bed all day
About the Creator
AJ
Because locking myself in a dimly lit house on the seaside and feverishly pouring my soul out on a typewriter is not available to me right now
Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Cravena day ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
I feel most of us would be able to relate to this. Loved your poem!
Impressive work! Well written!