as if it were a classical composition
a crescendo of rain coupled with the sunset.
dressed in a rose camisole
and grey sweats,
she caressed her own shoulder
while peering out her bedroom window.
he flicked the ash
of his cigarette into the tin ashtray
as he gazed upward only
to watch the rain crash into the pavement.
the phone on the nightstand was smudged by her indecisive fingerprints.
the front door was left ajar for the thoughts in his mind.
she drove.
he stepped outside.
they both lit a newport.
he saw the streetlights transform drops into colored gems
she heard the internal drums of the rain
for the first time.
she saw his silhouette in the stairway
he saw her headlights from the corner
both of them smiled
wondering why
they keep what they feel
for each other
from each other.
on the drive home
as if it were a classical composition
a crescendo of rain coupled with the sunset.
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Majique MiMi
You can call me MiMi. I’m a Brain Aneurysm & Stroke Survivor & Former English Professor. I write to stay sane, and to keep gratitude in my Spirit & Praises in my mouth.
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